Sometimes that moment of wonder is years in the making.
In the fall of 2011, I planted several buckeye nuts in the front yard. Maybe, just maybe, I'd have my own buckeyes in five years.
In the summer of 2012, I marveled at my baker's dozen of seedlings.
When the seedlings survived another year, I thinned them out and kept two: an heir and a spare.
This summer, I have my first harvest: two nuts.
They'll go in my pocket, I think, and be my lucky buckeyes.