Chestnuts and Figs

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.

Growing

Uncle Grover plums and

mulberries ripen

as birds steal the cherries.

 Sweet peas

 and blackberries bloom.

Figs that Dad planted

 are beginning

to fruit

as these dream of becoming grapes one day.

Things Growing...

At The Farm

 



Flowers, Frogs and Figs

Dad always told me if I couldn't say something nice, to keep my mouth shut.  I will not shut up completely but will say Tuesday was a day.  One of those days when there are more reports than I had brains to supply them.  A day when the action was greater than inside a new Whirlpool washer.  One of those days that made me question why the hell I haven't retired.

Now, I am shutting up like Dad advised me too!

What Is It?

A frog and a flower
A large garden spider

figs

dried cattails

Marcy's arrowhead she found in the garden