Every year at this time, the garden is sprinkled with the fruit of our black walnut tree. It was fairly breezy last night during my photo session and a few fell while I was snapping pics. One of these babies would make a pretty good knot on your noggin if it hit your head on the way down! I've been tossing these out of my garden for 18 years. I think it's time I learned how to harvest them. I gathered a dozen last night, but there are more.
I have to get to them before the squirrels, though.
As of this minute, we're still planning to spend one last weekend up north. It's been a wild see-saw ride, though, with personal feelings and the fact that this will be the fourth weekend in a row that I've NOT been home combined with angst over gas prices and is this "the right thing to do," but it'll be the fourth weekend in a row that I've seen a particular sister and she's always fun and a record could be made, and even though Dad will be at my house NEXT weekend for a short visit, he'll be preparing to leave for home after that and it's now or never as far as visiting up north. It was SO beautiful a few weeks ago, and promises to be the same this weekend.
I surely do wish I could save the world -- twitch my nose and dry it all up or fix a bridge or beam some folks from there to here or someplace else. I am so disappointed in how things are going, from reaction to response; that the word "thug" can be used in the same sentence as "New Orleans" today; that people are hungry and sick and continue to die. I can do my bit and hope and pray that things improve -- and try not to make myself miserable with worry/negative thinking.