I snapped some leaves off the mystery nut tree to show and tell...
I thought they looked all ragtaggedy, like something had eaten at them. Turns out it's just how they look.
And to answer some stunning questions from the general and equally as stunning audience ... I have cracked open numerous nuts to find the same skinny, anemic looking peanut with a point, so it's either a young hazelnut or something different altogether. The tree has many trunks (4) that split into many more trunks. Leaves start early up the tree and are clustered as shown. The tree is about 30 feet tall, 20 feet wide. It's really quite a lovely tree and if it turns out I can't eat some part of it, I'll be okay just looking at it.
I just had to throw this next picture in here because my kiddo will be a tall person soon (in our house we separate between tall people and short people. Tall people can drink coffee. Short people can't. Tall people get to vote, short people have to wait. Short people get special beds with rails on them, tall people get tempurpedics. Etc.) and I want to capture all the magic moments I can.
Usually, though, I am too in the moment and I forget to snap a photo, hence more stories then art. But today cuteness met iPhone at the ready and an incredibly awesome exchange between shortie and chicken commenced.
I should have taken video b/c what was being said, in this doll like voice that, while outside, takes on even more diminutive qualities, was "Here you go you crazy chickens. Don't get it in your eye!" I almost pissed myself I was laughing so hard. Once, back in the days of yesteryear (last month) I gently corrected the Tot to not fire oats at the chicken's heads, but yet to scatter the oats calmly, so as not to get food in their eyes.
I have said a mountain of other things from that day to this, but what was pulled with great clarity from the depths of her synapses was my caution about the oats in the eyes. From 4 weeks ago.
Which is simultaneously incredibly interesting and somewhat disconcerting. What the hell else is she listening to and storing up?!?
I can only imagine her going to preschool in a few short years and announcing "mommy puts the bunny's head in a clamp and then we eat it."
Okay, so moving back to the tree - any ideas, you radtastic herd of people?