The Old Chestnut Trees.

I realised some time ago that the best conditions to Blip our (very) old chestnut trees would be by the light of the early morning winter sun, though I have seen a good one taken late on a summer’s evening. Thus it was that, showing great dedication to duty, I strolled down to my old friends before so much as eating any breakfast, or even drinking a cup of coffee, to commit the deed.
 
I present the siblings as a dipstick; allegedly, the one on the left is the female and that on the right, a male. I once met a raving loony nice young lady, who explained that, while the female spreads out at the hips, the male tends to develop a pot belly. Strangely, this gem of information seems to be true as the few chestnuts that drop to the ground here fall beneath the one with the slender waist.