A Wistful Watermelon


Back when watermelon used to have seeds before it was bred out of ‘em, my two sisters and I would select the slices with the most ammo, duck and dodge around the gazebo, trying to see who could spit their seed the farthest and with the best aim. Perfection was all in the puff of the cheeks, and my little sister was a machine gun. Don’t think I ever won a round. But afterward, we’d all three girls join with the women under the cupola, cross our legs, tuck fresh slices in white napkins, and slowly sip our lemonades. Sunday bonnets blossoming around our faces. We’d nibble the flushed fruit, and talk about ladylike topics such as, how to pickle rinds or the newest hairdos or how Aunt Ruby was getting on. And the seeds, like our secrets, we spit discreetly into the folds of our napkins.

On the back deck, the leaves cartwheel in the wind. I slice the season’s first seedless melon for my children and think how much fun has been wasted. The bright lipstick pink looks vulgar without the freckles. But mostly, I remember how the fruit used to taste sweeter on account of those kernels of mischief.

No joy. Bombs away!
Ol’ watermelon brigade
is stoneless these days.

© 2022 | K.Hartless

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  1. You’ve taken us back to a time when watermelons held multiple promises. As one of my favorite summertime treats, this write has a special place in my heart. A delightful read this evening, K. 💜🍉

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  2. Loved this K! My friends and I also opened gird with our watermelon seeds as kids in the “summer house”, an big, open air house with no walls. It is perverted seeing a watermelon with no seeds…

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    • Thank you for reading and commenting, Rob. I’m so glad to hear I wasn’t the only one on the Watermelon Platoon. Agreed. The seeds made the fruit.


  3. Loved this post K, watermelons own my heart. Thankfully, in my side of the world people haven’t moved on to the seedless kind and now I am afraid that they will, sooner or later. Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful memory.

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      • I’ll try my best on behalf of the other half of the world 🤗. And of course, I can’t read a good post and not leave my appreciation. Keep sharing, K.


  4. I have eaten seedless grapes. Did not know about seedless watermelons.
    A very interest haibun.
    These lines made me smile😊
    “And the seeds, like our secrets, we spit discreetly into the folds of our napkins.”

    Thanks for dropping by blog


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    • Thank you so much, Worms. I think growing up a girl in the southern U.S., life was a lot of those sorts of contrasts. I was lucky to be labeled the tomboy of three girls, as it gave me the ability to step outside of the parameters of what was expected, at least on occasion.

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  5. Oh you have so deliciously taken me back to my childhood, K. And what silliness to edit out the seeds of a watermelon! Watermelon without seeds is just crunchy juice.

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  6. Your Haibun is going to be one of my favorites! I am the oldest of three sisters …. your watermelon memories bring back so many of mine … long gone days. The best days.

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    • Oh, that’s wonderful. Thank you, Helen. I’m the middle girl, and I have so many fun memories of growing up in a household filled with girls. I hope to hear more of your stories in the future. 💜


  7. Amen to all this! So many technological ‘improvements’ have left life more barren. I was explaining how to form an air stream for playing a flute to a child, and I used the classic image of spitting out an imaginary stream of watermelon pits. Then I realized the kid had no idea what I was talking about. And those lame flimsy occasional white pits just do not cut it. 🙂 Good writing.

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