Removing the flesh from around the nut
A growing pile of the disgarded outter flesh.
A walnut tree against the piercing blue autum skies of Lesvos.
Our dog Nellie watches on.
My Australian bestie, Mary Lou loved picking the walnuts from the tree.
The ground is dry after a long Greek Island summer.
There is still wonerful splashes of colour to brighten up the dry earth.
Me and my shadow, Mary Lou.
Matthew and Effie doing the dirty work.
The hands of the workers, Matthew and Effie.
A pile of freshly picked walnuts.
Trixie and Teddie help out.
On a beautiful autumn Sunday morning, Matthew, Mary lou, four dogs, our neighbour Effie and I set out from MY GREEK ISLAND HOME to pick walnuts. Effie has a farm outside of the village which we visit with her this time every year, it’s a ritual. Under piercing blue skies we followed her along the rocky track to her land. There has been little rain this year and the ground is dry and dusty. We were disappointed to find no fruit on the fruit trees and fewer walnuts than usual. When we arrived Mary lou and I began hand picking the nuts on the lower branches, then Mary lou found a stick to knock the higher ones to the ground. Matthew and Effie meanwhile sat down and began the much dirtier task of removing the flesh that encases the shell. This job is done by hitting the walnuts with rocks and tearing away the flesh. The flesh of the walnuts can be used as clothes dye or dye for hair, it is almost black in colour. Matthew and Effie’s stained hands reveal their mornings work. We spend about two hours and gatthered a large bag of walnuts which Effie will remove from their shells and dry, storing them for the winter months ahead. Walking back along the rocky track home with my dogs and friends I felt so connected to nature, a reminder of why I love it here on My Greek Island Home.