Omgosh, redshawk -
Your ping reminded me of my pregnancy with my Joseph.
Very early Spring. (He birthed in May.)
I was living in North Carolina at the time. All Winter I wanted Watermelon. I mean, it was really all I could think about except when I was sick from the smell of raw chicken.
There was this little farm stand that popped up on day, and it had the most beautiful little watermelons.
It paid $5 for a watermelon. This was back in 1977. The farmer should have posted ‘Pirate Selling Fresh Fruit,’ on his sign. It was apparent he knew his customers as folks were snapping them up like they were gold bullion!
To this day, it was/is (?) the sweetest watermelon I ever had the pleasure of eating.
That’s a lovely story. Great memories. Did you ever tell it to Joseph?