We search inside the drip edge of the trees for the largest nuts - selecting only the best of the best from the morning moist grass to carry home in our buckets. This year the nuts are plentiful. Tiny tastes that demand an entirely impractical amount of time to be gathered into buckets and dried and hulled and cracked and picked from their shells . . . An outpouring of life for a moment. A father and son savoring in the dead of winter when light first bends time toward us . . .
Inbetween times are tiny morsels.