Those aren't mine. These were littering the forest floor beneath a magnificent hickory somewhere near Pure Florida HQ.
PFHQ is, unfortunately, a nut free zone.
(Resist the urge to make cracks about the steward of PFHQ ... you can do it)
The absence of nut trees was something I tried to change almost immediately once PFHQ became my responsibility.
In my virginal innocence, when we first moved here, I planted expensive hybrid chestnuts in the hinterlands.
The deer promptly nibbled and buckscraped those to death.
Later, they did the same to a few pecan trees.
Undaunted, I am once again trying to bring nuts to PFHQ.
This time, I'm following a strategy of victory through overwhelming firepower.
Last week, I gathered this bucket of hickory nuts from beneath that super-productive tree that I covet.
(Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's nut tree! ... commandment # 15.5 I think)
Yesterday, I loaded my parka pockets (it's cold here!) with dozens of nuts. Then I grabbed my sharp shooter shovel and took a walk through the PFHQ woods.
The sun was setting, the air was crisp, it was just a great time to be walking in the woods. I punctuated the walk with frequent stops to plant my precious cargo. Planting was quick and simple.
Pry open the soil using the long blade of the shovel ...