Tom’s front lawn has a grapevine. Reason enough to linger while I munch on those sweet, green globules. He has an orchard in his backyard, and vegetable gardens. We picked up tomatoes and lettuce then shook trees for almonds and pecan nuts. This was a pleasant evening with gentle breeze blowing. I settled on a chair. The barbecue grill crackled as the girls giggled. Wafts of almost-done barbecue filled the air. My mouth watered. At the time, we were chewing on freshly picked and cracked nuts while downing refreshing-can’t-put-down-ice-cold beer.