My Uncle John passed away last month at the age of 92. He led an amazingly fruitful and productive life and reminded me so much of my father, both in looks as well as in approach to life.
After he passed away, his children divvy-ed up his black walnut stash in the freezer. My cousin Jeff was kind enough to mail me a box crammed full of the little ziplock bags he stored them in.
It's so bittersweet knowing that this is the last of the black walnuts from Uncle John....
