Hiccuping Walnuts

Hiccuping Walnuts was by far the oldest house in the neighborhood. And before you groan about this being one of "those" stories let me remind you that "those" stories are what makes the others so much more elevated and satisfying. This may very well be badly conceived but exuberantly executed.

Any way, the house was the oldest one and because it held the neighborhood first it boasted the largest garden as well. The owner was a fallen noble who had spun off the out buildings to tenants who barely supported the maintenance and up keep of Hiccuping Walnuts.

The Baron Jean Claude Von Freezon was not particularly German or French and had the reputation of being a merry carkedy-lank sort of person. Though his ancestors were accustomed to living in grand style and his own father had been raised to expect a life of ease the present Baron was a simple man who gloried in the sound of birds and spent many mornings tending his fantastic garden. He was most carefully dressed however and trim for his age which at this time was very near mid-century.

This garden I refer to was precisely laid and contained mostly edibles much to the consternation of the Baron's more wealthy cousins who's idea of a garden was much like their idea of dog breading the more useless and fussy a thing the more valued. But as I've just observed the Baron was a blessedly simple man.