Wednesday, April 27, 2022

W is for…Walnuts

Fifty pound feed bags filled with walnuts waiting to go to the walnut broker.

 There are three walnuts trees in my parents back yard, that are testament to my younger self.  I begged and pleaded that my parents wouldn't cut down all the walnut trees that had grown between the edge of our yard and the neighbors field, I think I even cried a little.  They left three in a little alcove behind the shop and hung a place for a hammock.  My mother refers to it as my "tryst".  Don't get me wrong, I would still probably cry if they cut them down, but sometimes I feel a little guilty that my mother, who just turned 80 this year, has to pick up walnuts every fall for weeks on end.  

My writing desk is made from walnut wood that was harvested when the large walnut tree, that was the cause of all those young saplings that I cried to save in my youth, fell in a storm one summer day.  

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  1. We also had walnut trees in out back yard. But my wife was/is an avid gardener and the oils of the walnuts were killing her tomatoes. It was so awful to spend all summer tending the plants only to have the tomatoes come out stunted and black.
    So they had to go. It was sad, but not as sad as my wife was every year.
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    Tim Brannan
    The Other Side | A to Z of Conspiracy Theories

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