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Showing posts with label chestnut burrs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chestnut burrs. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Mighty Chestnut Tree

is a pain in my hands and my feet.  We had similar trees that grew wild years ago, the Chinkapin, Dad said they had a disease and died in our area.  He purchased an alternative, the Chestnut.
The tree almost appears prehistoric with the rough bark and saw toothed leaves.
This is a fully opened burr
and one containing the nuts.
I don't think anyone wants to go barefooted around these.

I picked up many burrs today.  I used tongs.  These stickers are scary and hurt like heck.  It was a sheer joy to start a fire with them.  I was more joyful burning the burrs than I was picking up the nuts.
Marcy is roasting them but not over an open fire.  She is using the dehydrator.
 I had trimmed some limbs earlier in the month and added them gleefully to the fire of chestnut burrs.
The fire burned low as Hubby bush hogged the valley 
The dogs patiently waited for me to play stick.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Under The Chestnut Tree...

We have a few chestnut trees Mom and Dad planted.  The wild ones were destroyed before the Great Depression.  Many more blight resistant species were brought in and they grow very well.
They grow enclosed in a prickly burr that falls to the ground when ready.  Inside can be four to six nuts.  The horses love them, the squirrels love them and the people here like them, too.
The look of the bark, the leaves and the canopy remind of something timeless, almost prehistoric.  Bev found the trees selling for almost fifty dollars for a three foot tree and the nuts sell for $16.95 a pound!!!  And we have been giving them to the horses for treats!!

Bev was out early, with her tongs and feed sacks, picking up burrs for compost or firestarters in the fireplace.  The nuts were saved in another bucket.
I guess we're not the only ones that enjoy chestnuts.  These insects were finding something good on this pair.
Two five gallon buckets later, Bev is not finished...and this is not counting the ones that have been fed to horses.
Since chestnuts trees are few and far between, we hope to make seed bundles for the shop.  Instead of Johnny Appleseed maybe we will be called The Chestnut Sisters.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

What Is It?

Rooster roosting
A half open rose

A Cat in a sack

Chestnut burrs

A garden ornament with Golden Rod

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