DennisK
Songster
Yes, I can relate. I was a tree climber too. Black Walnuts are delicious – a bit hard to crack but they have a great taste. We use Black Walnut trees to form a root base for the English Walnut, but many of the Black Walnuts are allowed to grow uncut – especially along some of our roads. Come the Fall, the road sides are littered with Black Walnuts. I keep thinking I should bring along an empty feed sack and bring some of them home.I spent my first 8 years living on a farm in southern Maine. We had 2 Black Walnut trees. From the first dropped walnuts, until the last, I spent many happy hours gathering those nuts, and then I'd sit on the old granite well curb and crack them with a hammer, and eat the sweet nuts. My fingers were stained from the hairy coating on the nuts all summer. Oh yeah, such happy memories tied to a grand tree! Many trees are like that. Alders? Oh my, a true child's wilderness play ground. I used to use them like a trampoline. Stand on one bowed over trunk and hold an other for balance, and I could bounce for hours! Pine trees? I don't know how my mother ever managed to get my clothes clean, b/c when I wasn't scrambling around and getting covered with walnut stain, I was climbing the old pine tree out back, getting covered with pitch. It grew right next to a high ledge, so I could step straight from the ledge into the canopy of that grand tree. Oh how my imagination could soar in that tree, looking out at the ground sloping away far below. I'd usually have to wash up with paint thinner at the end of the day!