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.
