SO NOW I AM A TREE SPECIALIST...............Not!
Back to the Riverwalk today for a mile and half. Wonderful blue sky and crystal clear...invigorating!
After telling a new facebook friend, whom I met on the walk, that I knew nothing about trees, I stumbled upon these black walnut seeds. They still have the husks on them so they look nothing like what you would buy in the supermarket.
Back to the Riverwalk today for a mile and half. Wonderful blue sky and crystal clear...invigorating!
After telling a new facebook friend, whom I met on the walk, that I knew nothing about trees, I stumbled upon these black walnut seeds. They still have the husks on them so they look nothing like what you would buy in the supermarket.
Not even one of those markets that specialize in raw, fresh, natural, twigs and bark type of stuff!
Which unfortunately is becoming my food of choice......twigs and bark that is.
I did find the tree from which these things originated and that is the top image. Not all that interesting I know.......But,
Growing up (until the third grade at least) was spent on my grandparents farm in southeastern Pennsylvania. They had 100 acres of land upon which they did general farming. I had the run of the place and my parents would not see me for most of each day. Probably scared the H--- out of them, but I had a ball on that place. They had amongst other things two walnut trees and yes my grandmother would use the nuts to cook with. And I remember those husks really were greasy and stinky when they ripened.
They had a small herd of dairy cattle (about 35 head), two or three work horses, and grew wheat, corn, mushrooms, peonies, chickens, and potatoes. A general farm but to a boy of five and six it was heaven. The dairy barn had a labyrinth of shoots for feed for the livestock, and a hay mau (even spell check doesn't have that one) which held hundreds of bales of hay. Built forts all over the place, milked cows by hand, fed the cats and kittens when milking, and generally was the farm pest.
But then the time came and I had to grow up. So sad! Still don't know what I want to be when I get there.
All that from a couple of seed pods.
Which unfortunately is becoming my food of choice......twigs and bark that is.
I did find the tree from which these things originated and that is the top image. Not all that interesting I know.......But,
Growing up (until the third grade at least) was spent on my grandparents farm in southeastern Pennsylvania. They had 100 acres of land upon which they did general farming. I had the run of the place and my parents would not see me for most of each day. Probably scared the H--- out of them, but I had a ball on that place. They had amongst other things two walnut trees and yes my grandmother would use the nuts to cook with. And I remember those husks really were greasy and stinky when they ripened.
They had a small herd of dairy cattle (about 35 head), two or three work horses, and grew wheat, corn, mushrooms, peonies, chickens, and potatoes. A general farm but to a boy of five and six it was heaven. The dairy barn had a labyrinth of shoots for feed for the livestock, and a hay mau (even spell check doesn't have that one) which held hundreds of bales of hay. Built forts all over the place, milked cows by hand, fed the cats and kittens when milking, and generally was the farm pest.
But then the time came and I had to grow up. So sad! Still don't know what I want to be when I get there.
All that from a couple of seed pods.
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