My parents took me to the forest often while I was a boy. We never went just for the sake of being out but always with a purpose. I took a wonderful trip down memory lane this morning when I discovered a sizable stand of chinkapin trees with nuts ready for harvest. As a boy I never enjoyed the picking as much as I did today. I hope to go back for another pic, there was one tree so heavy with chinkapins that the limbs were bowed. Here's part of my crop along with my favorite JK
DSC01295 by fishiker, on Flickr
