We’ve had some snow lately and it is ridiculously pretty around here so I went on a snowshoe tromp around the property.
I love how everything wears little snow hats after a good snowfall
There also may have been some sledding with friends because the local school has the best sledding hill and we are all really good at adulting (which was especially obvious as we walked back with our sleds under our arms, waving to the neighbors out shoveling their driveways and walks as our own sidewalk and driveway sat still covered in snow)
Our neighbor stopped over the other day (the one that had extricated the truck from the mud) and asked if he could look around our property because he thought that his RC airplane had gone down somewhere in the back. I helped him look for it for a while and we both emerged plane-less and covered in burrs. Then I remembered I had a friend, or more like an Instagram acquaintance, who took awesome drone pictures of places that seemed to be in our area. I messaged him and asked if he lived close by, and if so would he mind coming over and helping us find our neighbor’s plane. He agreed, and now we have pictures… from a drone.
I really enjoy being able to see the property from the air – it gives me an idea of the lay of the land and see where different parts are.
Look at those nuts! Black Walnuts to be precise! The previous owners of the farm told us that there were two black walnut trees in the woods near the river and that we shouldn’t tell anyone about them. I was puzzled about why we had to keep them hidden, especially since most people think of them as a nuisance rather then a trove of edible, high protein, tasty nuts. The wood is pretty fancy too I know, but I’m sure many homeowners would volunteer theirs up for lumber. So, I feel comfortable sharing their existence with you.
We had a black walnut tree back near our fort growing up but never thought to eat them, even though we did often try to pick out edible bits from the hickory nuts that grew on one side of the house. I remember my dad being mostly annoyed by them and thought that they might be poisonous. We would pick out the empty walnut halves and hold them to our faces and oink – “pignoses,” we called them.
But now that I know better, I decided to go out and collect the black walnuts that had ripened and fallen to the ground in the woods. I was not prepared:
I came back with a bigger bag and now have approximately five tons of black walnuts to be processed. The one above was a test – it was actually pretty tasty. They have a very strong walnuty flavor – more than the usual English walnuts that you get in the supermarket. The shells on these are harder to crack than English walnuts which is one reason people don’t often mess with the black walnut. My hatchet worked pretty well – so check back and make sure I have all my fingers once I’m done with these.