for some reason this is my favorite childhood memory, and I smile every time I think about it.

It's the Little Things

Walking around the yard picking up pecans
Shelling them under the porch's shade that midsummer's day.
Rain started falling, falling down on the hot cement in May.
Three old ladies laughed and talked, peeling pecans one by one.
Occasionally trying one to see if it was good..and then the peeling was done.
The rain carried on, we went inside, and one by one ate the pecans. It was very fun.

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Written on 2016-11-02 at 07:35

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Strange how some memories stay with us and encapsulate relationships. Sounds like a good time.

Sounds fun

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I think I can read this forever! You made every one of my senses want to skip-dance! It's like watching Norman Rockwell painting a southern scene, capturing the essence of the perfect day of family life in America. What a treasure full of pleasure. :)

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Marvellously concrete, sharply detailed. Bravo!
2016-11-02 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This leaves the heart feeling light and content... a nice reminiscence :) *hugs* xx