Wednesday, September 16, 2015
A Relaxing Morning
I've been drinking my coffee and watching a squirrel steal our pecans. He is so cute I don't even care. He runs up the tree, grabs a pecan and runs into the yard to bury it, but I can tell he/she doesn't like the wet grass because he/she kind of tip toes as it runs. Bringing back memories of my elderly neighbor, Holly, when I lived in san Antonio. She had tall pecan trees and depended on the pecans as part of her income so she didn't like the squirrels stealing but yet she didn't want to kill them so she trapped them with a "have a heart trap" and transported them in the trunk of her car to a cemetery to release them. She is buried in that same cemetery now. I'm thinking the ancestors of the squirrels she released now play on her grave. I don't think she would mind. Holly taught me how to tell a good pecan from a bad pecan when it still had the shell on. She taught me to hold the pecan in the palm of my hand and kind of bounce my hand up and down to tell the weight of the pecan. If light there was no meat inside. If heavy it was a good pecan. Nice memory of Holly her pecans and squirrels this morning.