Recently, Son #1, Son #2, and I picked up black walnuts. We filled up a five-gallon bucket in no time at all. Then we got a plastic kids’ pool and filled it up a quarter of the way.
And there were still black walnuts all over the ground and falling from the tree.
We had a grand ole time throwing the walnuts into the plastic pool.
At some point, I started using the walnuts as hand grenades like my brother and I used to.
They loved it but complained that I threw too hard, so we stopped. But then they started throwing them at their grandma. She didn’t appreciate that very much.
I was shocked at how many black walnuts we picked up from underneath a single tree. It must have been a bumper crop this year.
I remember when I was a boy, we would keep walnuts in the building that housed our outdoor furnace behind our home.
When we played outside in the snow, we’d go to that furnace room to warm up, and we’d crack open walnuts on the concrete floor with a hammer. We would add a log to the fire so the house would stay warm.
So recently, what I did was give my boys the opportunity to experience some of my boyhood memories.
And it thrilled me to see them enjoy the time they had with their dad.
to the new memories being made,
– Caleb
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