we picked up pecans at Sunshine over Thanksgiving (which Mom, P, R and I spent in Louisville with a mighty big crew of Tripletts and Boydstuns). But the pecans, now they are something to write home about. Of course I got pecans on the way to mississippi off hwy 78 between Georgia and AL, one of those stretches of the drive i always seem to meander off of I-20. Seeing this sign (below), how could i not stop?? I had to be certain there would be pecan pie. His pecans, however, your typical Stewarts weren’t even his own and had been brought to him from down south of Montgomery. At Sunshine the one tree in the yard, was bountiful, along with a smattering of others. Mom even gave a few bags away (to me who had her own) after shelling them.
Good to know the pecan trees will keep producing even without Mil to care for them.
