Thinking of an event related to grandfathers peanut harvesting.
Little ones always accompany him eager to help, to see the fruit of labor they contributed and will immediately begin salivating for peanuts notwithstanding the fact that they must first be spread to dry, then roasted and salted as they like them.
Knowing at least a partial harvest would begin while I was away at work and thinking to staunch the craving and have a little fun at the same time I stopped by a small store on the way home and bought a couple of one pound bags of salted in the shell peanuts.
Once having arrived and being told of the days excitement when attention was diverted I buried the bags of peanuts covering them with a little dirt in the same area the harvest had taken place.
Then by a circuitous and entirely innocent route steered the little ones in that direction and kind of accidentally helped them to discover this wonder of wonder.
I thought their eyes would literally pop out of their heads, they were stunned that not only had they and grandfather grown peanuts but also a variety that were already prepared and bagged.
It would be the equivalent of pre driven nails or screws for me.
They were awe struck, frozen in disbelief, looking at one another, then at me, as though seeking confirmation this was something more than an illusion.
This was nothing short of miraculous, surely people would come from miles around to see such a peanut patch, maybe even erect a monument and see visions of peanuts in the sky.
Why even George Washington Carver never dared dream of a such a thing.
Didn’t take long for them to overcome their inertia though as bags were opened and peanuts spilled to the ground – didn’t take long either for the suppressed laughter of onlookers to be heard either followed with an explanation.
But you know what the best part was? It wasn’t the fun, or the fact that they joined the laughter – no, the best part was that even as young as they were they appreciated the peanuts and said so.