I remember going "over home" to my grandmother's house, also Helen and Matt's home, when we were little. In the fall, a section of the dirt road leading to their house would be littered with strange-looking types of fruit. My mother said they were Osage Oranges, which fell from a tree one of the farmers had purchased as a boundary line for his property. Maybe the trees had thorns or else they just grew thick and sturdy enough to be a barrier. My mother sort of discounted their effectiveness.
This morning my walk took me to the southern end of Valley Falls, and I saw these alongside the road. They look to me like the osage oranges of yore, though quite a bit smaller. (They are now pulpy, and starting to decay.
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look like black walnuts to me.
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