Sweet!

In more ways than one. Melons are in. Let the juices flow!

Summer Memories

I don't know about you , but this brought back memories of sitting in my Nanny's kitchen in Little Rock on a summer afternoon. She would spread newspapers on the kitchen table, plop a big box of salt down, and then commence to slicing up wedges of ice cold watermelon for us with her butcher knife. I was allowed to shed my shirt and let the juice slide down my tummy. Summer memories I've not forgotten!

Summer Fruit, Summer Memories

This photograph takes me right back to summers spent as a little girl at my grandparents' ( you know them by now, Nanny and Big Daddy) home on Water Street in North Little Rock, Arkansas.  On summer afternoons, Nanny would spread newspapers on the kitchen table, take out a butcher knife as long as my arm and carve us up big slices of cold watermelon.  She always made me take my shirt off,  and I can still remember that cold juice running down my tummy.  Ahhh, sweet memories.