Near St. Luke's there are still a few chestnut trees. They survived the blight decades ago. They are massive.When my mom was alive, and the chestnuts fell, I'd bring her the biggest, shiniest one to show her fall was on the way.
During today's walk. I found my first chestnut. Had to break it out of it's shell. Even the animals hadn't gotten to them yet.
This little guy Too small to be an adult. Only 3 inches or so.) has moved into my yard. He's been helping me week. Or more than likely taking advantage of the all-you-can-eat-buffet after I weed.
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