Back in December I posted about picking pecans from the trees in our yard. Since then I’ve gone out twice to gather the pecans from the ground and the lower branches of two trees. There are still eight or so that I haven’t touched and we already have about a bushel of unshelled nuts.
Today I went out to the yard to retrieve the plastic lid from our compost bin. We’ve had fierce winds for the past week and the lid had blown off across the yard, over the fence and into the pecan trees. Crossing the yard I passed close to one of the trees I had pretty well stripped of pecans last month. I had been meticulous, shaking the tree and using a stick to break the stubborn ones loose from the upper branches. To my great surprise I noticed a few pecans in my path to the compost bin lid. When I bent to pick them up, lo and behold: there were pecans everywhere!
I spent the next half an hour gathering pecans from the tree I thought was done for the year. I even checked to be sure I wasn’t at a different tree! Could I have missed all these? Could there have been so many on the high branches that the winds of the past week brought down? This is called a “windfall”, I guess. Or a kind of “second harvest”. The nuts are a little more dried out, the shells more worn, but still with enough flavor for a pie or toasted on a salad!
As I was picking up pecans I got to thinking that my life is a windfall right now. By all indicators I was “done” about two years ago. And yet here I am! God has shaken my branches with a mighty breath and some fruits are still falling out. And I dare to hope that soon there will be some green buds appearing for next year.