Last week I discovered that my plumbing abilities are rather below par, and that my classification as plumber is a bit on the crap side. Now, I’ve accumulated yet another “crap” qualification, without even having to try – Crap Gardener.
My favourite tree is currently the Walnut. Because I like walnuts. And there is such a tree in the Secret Garden copse. It has produced a nice little crop this season – just ask His Royal Fatness the nocturnal possum, who helps himself to a nutty meal every evening, up to 40% of our yield, it would appear. He helps himself to supper and a midnight snack every night and, in the process, drops some nuts to the floor for us mere mortals. This is in fat a favour to us, when it comes to the high-up fruit which we cannot reach in any case. What bothers me tremendously is how he manages to open the nuts to eat the flesh, given the fact that the possum has a relatively weak jaw.
(Above) An example of a walnut bitten open and devoured by His Royal Fatness. I tried the same trick with my teeth and almost had to make an appointment with the dentist!
Now for the Crap Gardener graduation ceremony. Whilst walking back from Goat Hill, I noticed a green/black golfball-sized sphere lying under a tree near the northern snake garden.
Hello. Hello. What is this, I asked myself.
Quite obviously either Bennie or Sophie had picked up a walnut at our gathering field and had inadvertently then dropped it here.
Bad dog.
As I picked up the fruit,… Wait a mo… Another walnut… And another!
I glanced up at the branches above my head. Gulp!
Unquestionably, the spheres hanging from the branches were, in fact, more walnuts. We actually have two walnut trees, and its taken me three and a half months to figure this out!
I admit that I cannot claim to be much of a recogniser-of-trees, I’m afraid…
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