It was a bumper year for hickory nuts. Mopsy broke us out of the h'learning prison one gorgeous afternoon and gave us a wagon ride to the field, where we picked a bushel of hickory nuts in under an hour.
They carpeted the ground so thickly that I could just sit in one spot and fill a bowlful, which suited my pregnant lazy bones just fine.
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