The heat abates. Earth breathes a deep, cleansing breath. Fleshy shuck that held her babies splits into four regular seams, releasing her fruit to the ground. It is harvest time. The universe celebrates.
Nights grow longer.
Her leaves turn yellow and drop to the ground. They feed her roots. She will rest for awhile. Her fingers, stripped of decoration, stretch even higher in silent meditation. The Wise and Beautiful Pecan Hi Vyvyan, I love pecan trees, and they really are just as you say.