Fuzzy pods

With cottonwood flurries blowing around our feet and wood doves fluttering overhead to find a place for the night, my big brother taught me how to open up the premature almonds for a tasty snack. A big branch that hung over the trail to Rawley's trailer was heavy with fuzzy green pods and he reached up to pick one and cut it open. Inside a thick layer of soft white flesh engulfed a tiny creamy white almond. With a flick of his wrist he pried it out and I popped the watermelon rind tasting thing into my mouth.