The Best of Life.....

I love those memories as a little girl of waiting for Grandad to come back from his garden with an arm load of giant striped watermelon, white on one side where it had been laying in the dirt, dark red meat warmed from the sun.....Grandmommy had that tall plastic white salt shaker and a handful of forks.....AAuugghhhhh....I'm drenched in juice from hand to foot and then I go play with Tip and attempt cartwheels in the yard next to the cellar....

.....A ripe Texas watermelon in August with family......isn't that the best of life?