On a ridge above the lake, on the ground in the shade beneath the canopy the forest at Lake Wappapello State Park in Missouri, there’s a green nut lying on the ground.
“What kind of nut is that?” it makes you want to ask.
My grandfather would have known. “I don’t know what kind of nut that is,” he might have said, “but it sure looks like it fell from a Hickory Tree.”
(Paraphrasing a joke he once made).