There is an old pecan tree in my backyard. It’s one of my favorite all-time trees. Now that I think hard about it, this pecan tree ranks as my second-favorite, but only because I really miss the Queen palm in my old Florida backyard. This year, the Queen palm is dropping fruit (for the first time in almost ten years) and my mother says she’s going to make a jam. They’re apparently very figlike and pulpy. Our pecan tree here in Oklahoma has dropped enough pecans to carry us into the next decade. In fact, I still have a basket full of pecans I collected last year. Do pecans go bad in their shells? If not, I’ve got some pies to bake.
Here’s our pecan tree, surrounded by a blanket of gray as an Arctic front moved in over a week ago. That day it snowed about half an inch.
Here’s our pecan tree again, surrounded by a blazing sunset that left my front yard (on the east side of the house) glimmering in pink last night. It’ll be 70 degrees today before another Arctic front moves in later tonight. Four inches of snow and ice are expected to be upon us by Friday morning.
Here’s the pecan tree one last time, just to give you an idea of how difficult it is for us to see sunsets when the tree still has leaves. This was taken only four weeks ago. During most of the year, we miss a lot of sunset views. That’s a shame – prairie sunsets have been giving my Florida sunsets a run for their money.