Holly
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Grumpy
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Means a brutal winter is coming
My Holly trees do not have any berries, so the brutal winter skips me. Correct?
Nope, just means you are surrounded by male holly trees.
Sneakers
Just sneakin' around....
Not possible. We've all done the winter prep thing. Who's slacking and hasn't?
So your Holly trees are sluts?
puttin' on a show....
I haven't refilled my generator cans with non-E yet, so that would be my fault.Not possible. We've all done the winter prep thing. Who's slacking and hasn't?
frequentflier
happy to be living
My property has a lot of native hollies and though there are not as many berries as yours, my-thyme, they seem to have more than in other years. This year we had a ton of acorns from the oaks; the past couple years not so much. Isn't that also a sign of a bad winter?
Looking forward to the smow
Looking forward to the smow
I noticed that my acorns are really tiny this year. Unlike a couple of years ago when they were huge.
Kinnakeet
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Your tree is pregnant
Kinnakeet
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Might be red oak as the have little bitter acorns
You tasted them?
Kinnakeet
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Nope bit into one to see why deer prefer white oak acorns over red oak
Racism?
KingFish
Nothing to see here
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."