or touch-a-me-pops, as Sevi calls them, all along the fence on either both sides of the Nethermeade arch bridge along the stream side. We reached in and popped scores of them–Papa pulled out fatties for Sevi’s special delight. We placed some in her palm and she gently pressed them in touch-a-me-popcorn. After getting what I could I shook the bushes and fireworks of zingers flew every which way.