I remember being in first or second grade and one of my friends came up and said, ‘Do you know how to spell Mississippi?’ I didn’t, but she did and rattled off, ‘M I S S I S S I P P I!’ I was quite impressed.
That’s neither here nor there except that I was there. There being Mississippi.
Last Monday we decided to head down to Mississippi with Phillip and Ronda to spend some time with Wesley’s family. Wesley hadn’t been down in quite a few years and I had never been. So off we went.
Lots of first experiences. I don’t believe I’ve met too many pecan trees in my lifetime. I just met some. And you could spend weeks collecting pecans.
And if you could spend weeks picking pecans, you could spend months shelling them. I used to see my Grampa shelling walnuts (perhaps), and it always looked interesting. So I would try to crack down on a couple and ultimately would fail. I feel like I would now do a better job due to my experience these past few days.
Another semi first. I do believe when I was about six years old, Dad would take us down to the pier in Cayucos to fish. I know I went along for the donuts. I don’t know if I ever fished. But I did cast quite a few lines this weekend. And got to experience what a bite felt like. The fish were playing coy and although I kept singing ‘here fishy fishy’, they weren’t taking the bait.
Wes caught one.
You’re my hero. (Thanks for baiting my hook over and over and over again). 🙂
Another first. Stewed mustard greens. We’ll call those interesting. Kinda like green beans with an interesting texture. Too bad I didn’t get a picture of those for you uneducated mustard folks. But they were fresh from the garden and speaking of fresh from the garden, I came home with loads of jalepenos (and pecans, and tangerines, and oranges, and grapefruits and lemons. Hurray for fresh fruit!). Holler if you want some.
Another semi first. I do believe I attempted to play tennis when I was around ten with my dear cousin Kara and I’m pretty sure I about passed out. Well, Wesley’s grandparents live right down the road from some tennis courts and on one lovely day, a few of us went out to enjoy the day. And I now am pretty fond of tennis. Especially when I can sneak one by Wes. heh. Love making him run. Pretty sure I don’t fuss when he zings one by me. Pretty sure.
Very thankful for the time, for family and for safety traveling. We motored up to Virginia through the night and I pretty much didn’t move from my corner. So I’ll add thankful for nice drivers.
And thankful for my nice little Daffodil house. Who is now calling me to pay it some attention.
Hugs to you all.