Most of the time you will read about a pecan orchard and you can tell that the minds that formulated the words came from a man. Of course, I love to listen to my husband talk about life in the pecan orchards because his eyes light up and his voice reflects passion. But I wanted you to see what a pecan orchard looks like from the eyes of a woman.
When I walk through our pecan orchards it brings me to a romantic place. After all, when we were dating my husband and I enjoyed our first picnic together under the shade of his great-great grandfather’s orchard. This historical orchard was planted in the 1880’s. It’s magnificent trees still produce the fruit, or nuts as we say, of his labor to this day. As I stroll through the orchard my mind often wanders back in time as I imagine five generations taking the same steps that my feet currently take. I can picture them picking pecans by hand as they used to before sophisticated machinery was invented. The orchard is also a place that makes me reflect on the family that I have become a part of. I remember my first experience of harvesting pecans. It was my first Thanksgiving with Winston and we joined his family in the pecan orchard. My job was to help pick the pecans on the sorting table with about 4 other people. The rest of the family dispersed on tractors to conquer the other required tasks. It’s been a family effort for a long time. I love that!
Today my daughters and I had some friends over to our house. After lunch we hopped on the four wheeler. Our destination – the orchard. It was our friends’ first time. What a great pleasure it was to see the amazement on their faces as we rode around. Of course, I recognize that face. It’s the same expression I had when I first experienced the orchard in the fall of 1997.
Posted by Kristen
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