Grandma is no longer with us, but her pecan trees still live. The local wildlife has always appreciated these trees, but they have become neglected by man. Their story was almost lost.
|A shed snake skin close by the trees gave me the shivers!|
I was telling my father about George Washington planting pecan trees at Mount Vernon. I was so impressed that George Washington had planted a pecan, and a tree had grown, and that it is still living today. That's when he told me the story of these pecan trees. Grandma had planted these pecan trees when she was very young, around 3 or 4 years of age. Grandma was born in 1912, so that would make these trees not quite, but almost, 100 years old. We have always referred to these trees as "Grandma's pecan trees", but I didn't realize why. I always thought "Grandma's pecan trees" referred to them being on her land, or her being able to see them from the windows of her home. I never knew that she herself had planted them. No wonder she was so protective of these trees.
|I never really paid much attention to these pecan trees before.|
And that gave me an idea.
|Yes, literally over the meadow and through the woods.|
So, when David said it was time to gather pecans, off I went. Literally, over the meadow and through the woods to Grandma's house I went. Not to gather pecans for pies, but for something much more special.
|One of Grandma's pecan trees|
When my grandchildren come for Christmas, I want them to plant pecans that came from Grandma's trees. Oh, I hope, I hope that these seeds will grow into trees. And it's my fantasy that some day, one or more of my grandchildren's grandchildren will pick pecans from these trees so that their grandchildren can plant a tree, all passed down from Grandma's pecan trees.
Do you have any pecan planting tips for me?