The true meaning of Fall
Autumn. Fall. For some that means leaf fall and it’s a glorious time of year.
For those of us living on a chestnut farm it’s not so much awe as ouch.
Missiles dropping on one’s head without warning. And missiles attached with very sharp spikes.
My trickiest assault course is just walking up to the potting shed.
As you can see; there is a mighty chestnut tree clothing the entire building. And if I don’t wear a hat I can expect a very painful encounter with this region’s chief crop.
Soon the entire path and shade garden will be littered with chestnuts and their painful burrs. I won’t rake them up or harvest them just yet. I’m too busy with other less painful chores.