Toots in Solitude

By Toots

Hazel Nuts



When this bountiful horde of hazels are ripened and ready for collecting guess what? There will be none left. The trees will have been stripped of all it's fare and the squirrels will have stored them away in little hide-away places (how do they remember where these places which are their larders are?) and I shall harvest none.

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