Picking up Pee-cans or Puh-cahns?

Lately, I feel like I’ve discovered picking up pecans. It’s a peaceful time for me, and I pick up some almost every day.

One of the pecan trees on our land.

Last week while we were in Manteo, I picked up pecans under an ancient tree in the yard of a house on the National Register of Historic Places. Kevin called a realtor because it was listed for sale.  I couldn’t leave those pecans and picked up ten while he chatted. Big fat ones, just lying in the grass.

I’m not some urban-type person who now...