In case you missed it this morning.
Summertime! Here on the Illinois prairie it is a time of warm, humid days. Sunshine and wind rustling the corn fields.
Picnics and backyard BBQ’s with hamburgers, hotdogs and watermelon.
Ah, watermelon. I love a sweet, juicy, chilled watermelon on a hot summer day.
I have fond memories of sitting in my grandparent’s yard along the banks of Squaw Creek in Ingleside, fishing for bluegill and crappie and eating watermelon in the shade of their huge and ancient willow tree.
As I look over to my right in my memory I see my grandmother – Nana – sitting there with a cane fishing pole eating a big slice of watermelon.
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