Susan and I planted these chestnut trees forty nine years ago, and we enjoy picking up nuts every year. We have to get out and pick up before the nuts are all eaten by wildlife, but we get enough for snacks. Our deer hunting friends always start out each fall hunting around these trees.
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Never see one of these trees without thinking of my uncle born in 1886....
He taught me:
Under the spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy snoozes....
No horse since 1923 has come to him for shoeses.
Which one does the village smithy stand under?
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