Georgia Pecans

Delightful.

Just delightful is how I would describe life right now.  My feet are propped upon an old refurbished chest.  Sunflowers are smiling brightly as they too, rest upon this chest.  My husband is home and I can behold him anytime I look up from the computer.  I am sipping a cup of freshly steeped Pumpkin Spice tea, and our beautiful daughter is resting soundly after a hard day's work growing.  I am so thankful.

I have been meaning to post for several days now; it seems whenever my Soldier comes home, not much gets done.  I can't seem to pry myself away from him to do much else but fix my eyes upon him and rest my head upon his shoulder.  But finally, as he packs for his next course, placing piles all around our living room floor, I find time to write.

We spent a wonderful weekend together as a family.   Our moments were filled with reading, football, dinner with friends, worship, and our new favorite Georgia pastime:


Pecan Picking!!

It is a gift from the Lord really.  We were on our way home from church, turning in the back way to our home when Daniel's face lit up and he turned into a parking spot.  He jumped out of the car and ran to meet an elderly couple walking around with plastic bags.  Sure enough, they were filling these bags with beautiful, perfect, delicious Georgia pecans.

Part of the excitement was the couple themselves.  The man had a grey ponytail and glasses.  Said he's been out pickin here for oh bout 7 years now; picked a 100 pounds or so out here last year.  He showed Daniel just how to get 'em good ones too.

How you throw your stick up high in the tree and the ripe pecans will just fall right out of their pod.  How you step real careful now and feel 'em underneath your shoes.

His wife, wearing her pearls and her Pest Control Owner shirt, explained to Tirzah and I how to get the praline sauce to a foamin, not just bubblin, but foamin, 'fore you stick them pecans in.  And use two forks now to get 'em out.  You see online don't say nothin bout this, but use two forks and don't touch 'em.  She said her Grandma used to live on this (once) orchard.  Then the hospital bought the land.  But you's sure can come and pick... it's free.

Meeting them was like looking down and seeing the perfect pecan nestled amongst the leaves, just waiting to be found.


So we've spent some wonderful time together, the three of us, out in the Georgia air collecting the fruit of a Georgian harvest.  Tirzah watches diligently from her stroller, or explores while on her blanket.  Daniel will throw his fishing pole to the limbs and I will watch the ground for every nut that falls.  It's very easy to loose one in the tall grasses, but once it's found, I always let out a victory yelp.  This is living!

We picked 5 pounds yesterday and brought in 6 pounds today.  It is just incredible the bounty the Lord has given us right in our backyard.