Anyone want a bushel of walnuts, I have them. The stupid squirrels won't eat them in that tree, they have to dine over my deck. If you ever stepped on a recently chewed in half peeled walnut that stuff is harder than steel. I can't cut a walnut, so my son went on the roof and picked and knocked off a bushel.

I guess I have to take a drive tomorrow. Hip permitting. Or call the other son with the cars. Hmmm...then I can take my grandson so we can pound on the piano and signing "she's wearing pink pajamas when she comes." I was going to substitute 'she's wearing trick gear when she comes', but my son's mother in law might get me.

That tree is about 15 inches around and straight until 16 feet. Not quite ready for the Husquavarna. I'll have it milled and stacked and flog the thing, stump branches et al...


John Conley
Musica est vita