To know why the chestnuts you need to read the book.
But chestnuts, previous post, "Paris Soon To Be Seen" being exhibit A, are beautiful things.
Their little palm tree greens when they first pop in spring; their morbid grey bark in the deep of winter; their hummingbird narcotic flowers as the leaves begin to mature; and their full blown, just at the cusp of summer leaves are all things of beauty; and they tell a tale of the cycle, the clock, the grinding never ending march of time, and its inevitable, accelerating run to oblivion.
Not bad for a plant.
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