You Can Call Me Watermelon
We had a neighbor growing up, Mr. Fox, that lived across the street from us. He was a nice guy, a little on the “out-there” side but nice. I can remember my dad saying good morning to him once and Mr. Fox said it wasn’t going to be a good day. My dad asked why and with a straight face and absolute honesty Mr. Fox replied, “I felt a ripple in the force.” For those of you who don’t know what that means, it has to do with Star Wars. You know, “May the force be with you.”
Anyway, Mr. Fox gave each of the kids in my family a nickname. I don’t remember all the names but I do remember mine and my sister E’s. Hers was “peanut butter.” Mine was “watermelon.” It couldn’t have been a more perfect nickname for me. One of my favorite places to eat watermelon was on their swing on their front porch or the front steps leading up to their porch. Their steps were wooden. Ours were cement. Theirs were much comfier on the behind!
You have no idea how incredibly excited I was when B came home from working out with these in hand:
B’s trainer, Suzy, is a first time gardener and she blessed us with these adorable little watermelons. They were so cute that I didn’t want to eat them but that’s not possible. Not with the nickname Watermelon! She told him that she was sorry if they tasted tart or sour. I don’t believe I’ve ever had a watermelon that was tart or sour.
Cutting into the watermelon gave off this amazingly sweet scent. It smelled like sugar water. And it tasted like heaven. It was incredible. The absolute most perfect way to start off my day. Well, that and a smoothie ;)
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