Central Coast
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.
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