Watermelons, man do our boys love them. Both Jackson and Benjamin can eat their weight in watermelon. They come by it naturally. My grandfather, James Heath, always had a large watermelon patch. During hot days on the farm, he would walk into the patch, break open a watermelon, just to eat the very middle part. From what I understand, his mother, Mary Heath, was equally as fond of them. I remember sitting under the maple tree at Papa James' house eating watermelons and spitting seeds when I was Jackson's age. Whenever a summertime visitor showed up, Papa James was quick to go to the garden and come back with a great big watermelon. We have many memories of Jackson sitting in the yard at his Grandma Sue's or his great-grandmother, Hava Heath's, eating entire watermelons. His little belly would push way out and get as tight as a drum. When Ben came along, he started doing the exact same thing. And isn't there something about a little boy with a face full of watermelon that is very photogenic in a southern farm-boy sort of way?
