Promise of Pecans

Going to the mailbox… it’s the twice-a-day trip I love.  I used to have to drive to the post office to check that PO Box, and although it was fun to bump into friends and chat for a few minutes, I was always longing for the day when we’d get this barn built, get that “permanent” address, and deal with the mail in our own front yard.

That yard is nice and big.  I dug every hole for every tiny tree with a shovel.  I worked along with the crew rolling out the sod, and I’ve pulled more weeds and cut more dandelions out of the barnyard than could ever be counted.

So I love to walk barefooted through that grass taking envelopes out to the box in the morning, going back a few hours later to see what’s been delivered.

I could take a photo every single day.  I so enjoy watching my plants grow.  There’s nothing more to this post.  It’s just my little encouragement to stop and smell the roses.  Or stop and see if the pecans are coming along.  Or stand beside a young bush and see if it’s up to your nose yet.  It’s the simple things that can sometimes carry us through the complicated concerns of the day.


3 Responses to “Promise of Pecans”

  1. Pam Stevens says:

    Thank you for this reminder! And I wish you would take a picture every day – I love looking at your pictures as much as reading your posts!

  2. Sandy says:

    Pam, you’re so sweet! I love having that camera on my phone. And you’d be surprised how often I take a photo, come inside and look at it, enjoy it for a few seconds, then delete it. Great therapy! =)

  3. Lawanda Calton says:

    I love your thoughts! And this photo is very nice!!

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