The trip to San Gregorio wouldn’t have been complete without a stroll down the road to the family chestnut trees. Having never actually seen a chestnut before, I was surprised to find out that they hide in baseball-sized balls with big spikes sticking out. Armed with gardening gloves, we did our best to fill up two big baskets like the one seen in the photo. I think our haul was enough to last through the rest of the year, although I think Croce and Sylvanna made another trip up during the week to find whatever we left behind.
Walking down the dirt road I realized that I’ve been gone for a while, as the seemingly endless summer has finally given in to the shades of fall…