It was time to go to the chestnut orchard again, and off we went. I know, I know, I promised to tell you all about the Terrible Horrible etc., and I will, but the chestnut orchard was something to see today, and if I don’t get a post up right away I’ll probably find a way to lose the pictures and then where would we be?
Those of you who have been watching its progress along with me will recall that September is harvest time in the orchard. It was a rough spring. Would there be a good crop? Bob Haack the Orchardist was not there when I dropped by, so I do not know for sure, but I would say offhand that there are quite a lot of chestnut burrs ready to drop chestnuts all over the place. Or just drop, burr and all, on the heads of unsuspecting bloggers, but that’s another post entirely.
The weather up on the hill is utterly predictable. It is always windy. I believe Bob could make a good thing from a wind farm if the chestnuts don’t pan out. It is hard to get a nice clear photo of prickly objects as they flail about in the breeze. Fortunately some of them have blown off the trees and landed in the grass where they tend to stay put until the deer and the squirrels arrive. It looks like harvest time all right. Now I have to learn how to cook with the pretty things.