Some of my fondest memories are my grandmothers cooking, black walnuts were her favorite nut. She used them in cookies and cakes. Her house burned in the 70s and the fire killed the one walnut tree, leaving all the pecan trees. I built my house there and would have been glad to trade a pecan tree for the walnut. That walnutsaw is neat,
Mike
there's an old english proverb something along the lines of....
a man has begun to understand the nature of life when he plants trees, with the full knowledge that he will never sit under their shade.
