Pecan Pie Time

" There is almost no distress or trauma that a pecan pie cannot cure." c e hollis Pecan season is not quite here, but we are beginning to look in that direction. The pecans are at the filling stage. The liquid inside the wooden shell (inside the green hull) is solidifying into nut kernel. Soon... Continue Reading →

Pecan Dreams

“I know for certain that dreams of pecans can keep you awake at night.”c e hollis I have awakened to the sweet scent of toasting pecans wafting through the house like a ghost––a kind ghost, a friendly ghost, a hungry one. I have day dreams of unshelled nuts in bushel baskets, cracked pecans in buckets,... Continue Reading →

Pecans

Green ovals houseWhite wood At summer's end the husks Dry to brown, then black and split open.The wood turns brown and brittle Nuts drop to the ground.Hands and knees harvest themOn cool November afternoons. Crack the shells and find Pecan pies.

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