All summer I mowed beneath these low-hanging limbs. I had to bend low to keep leaves and sticks out of my eyes and many times my hat got pushed off my head. I'm sure if someone saw me they wondered, "Why doesn't she just cut them off?" But you see, I had a very good reason not to cut them:
they're full of pecans! And I can reach them! I think the tree has more on it this year than ever before, which surprised me after two years of drought. Now, if Edgar Allen Crow and Squirrel Nutkin don't steal too many, there should be plenty for me to gather and have pecans for breads, cookies, brownies, salads...
I'd like to share a portion of a favorite read-aloud story by Alvin Tresselt, which is about the four seasons; maybe you can find it in one of his books at your local library. This will be about the fall season from the story, Now Is the Time:
"...now the warm days grow shorter, and the cool nights grow longer.
The trees have a tired, rusty look, and brown leaves gather at the gutters.
'It's time again,' say the mothers.
Time to get out warm clothes...
This is the time of leaf fall in the parks, and a faint tang of leaf smoke in the air.
Hard sweet apples in the markets, and golden orange tangerines again..."
I've been asked of I drew the picture at the heading of my blog. The answer is "No" but I wish I could draw that well. Actually it is a picture from an old calendar.