It's fall
and the chestnuts are falling.
The trees look prehistoric to me.
A disease killed out the native Chinquapin years ago.
Dad planted a few chestnuts.
He also planted figs which aren't supposed to grow in our climate.
Dad's love of figs began when he cowboy-ed in California.
You had a great crop of figs this year, Dad.
Your chestnuts are plentiful, too.
The figs are far easier to pick
I wish you'd planted the chestnuts much further from the house, Dad.
Thanks.
