Fudge

Back and forth went the swing, each time making a clanging sound. I sat and listened , content with each movement and sound it made.

The dog that lay at my feet sleeping, began to wake and stretch. A gentle breeze was blowing. The night air had a crispness to it. The smell of Fall was in the air.

I went into the house and got a quilt to wrap up in as my Grand mother begin to tell us a "story".

You see my children this is a special time of the year. This is when we gather up for the winter ahead. All summer we have "put up " the vegetables and fruits we have grown. Now it is time to gather the pecans and walnuts to use in our Fall and Christmas baking.

My little Brother interrupted, but Mamma the squirrels are trying to take all the walnuts. She laughed and told him those squirrels would just have to share with us. I know they too are busy storing up for winter for their families also.

Now I was only 9 years old and had a very vivid imagation. I could just see Mother squirrel in her red checked apron baking all sorts of goodies with "our" walnuts. I looked at my Grandmother and said, "well if we are going to share our pecans and walnuts with them what are going to share with us"? Mary she said, they give us hours of entertainment as we watch them playing and jumping from tree to tree. I looked at her and said I do not want entertainment, I want Fudge!!!!!!