Halloween is nearly upon us, and the black walnut trees of the Missouri Ozarks have shed their crop. Most have, at any rate. A few stubborn trees continue to hold onto their valuable nuts...it's like dollar bills hanging on the branches for those of us who harvest them...
The bright autumn sunshine and the spicy, woody aroma of the walnut hulls is shifting to moldy, damp smells and graying skies.
Winter is nearly here, and I, for one, am praying for snow...
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