phone call to old friend -
reminiscing about days…
she’s sharp as a tac!
connections by chance -
brought together for reason…
unexpected friends
I know her I said -
she smiled a cheshire cat smile…
Hattie dropped the runes
2009/08/01
be fully aware -
of a man in a white truck…
story began there
2009/08/01
opened the window -
words flew in and touched my soul…
thankful latch unlocked
2009/7/26
My favorite quiet time with my dad was in the fall.We would go out in the back yard to the tall pecan tree, and he would lift me up so I could reach the branches. That was the only tree that I couldn’t get into myself… and believe me I tried! I was a tree climbing enthusiast! If there had been an olympic event for tree climbing, I am pretty sure I could have gotten the gold! Anyway… My dad and I loved pecans. But, mostly, I think, we loved “fetching” them. There were always a lot of leaves on the ground, and it was like an Easter egg hunt to find them. It was always so exciting to find just one more hiding under a leaf somewhere when you thought you had found the last one already. After we found all the pecans we could find on the ground, he would gently put me up in the tree, and I would climb methodically to each limb shaking it as best I could (I was a “scrawny” kid and didn’t weigh enough to make the big old limbs bend too much!) But, I worked on it has hard as I could! After I shook as many limbs as I could shake, I would climb down and he would take me in his arms and give me a big hug. Then, back to the hunt. We filled lot’s of brown paper grocery bags full of pecans. And ate a few while doing it! He could crack them in his large hands. I always found that amazing since I didn’t have the strength to make those shells crack. We spent hours out there fetching pecans. I doubt that we spoke a dozen words. But, we didn’t need to. We just knew.
