We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Most Proteas are commercially grown in the Hawaiian Islands. They have a very narrow climate range in which they can be grown successfully in commercial numbers. I believe that the slopes of Hawaii's mountains offer a successful growing range. They are very strange-looking and handsome flowers. And they don't stink, like corpse flowers [Amorphophallus] do.
I recognize that chestnut grain, mother's house is full of chestnut trim, staircase bannister, pocket doors, and all interior doors. It's gorgeous, very warm and homey. And her father cut some wormy chestnut from around his hunting camp, planed it and passed it off to a master clockmaker. Each of his children have a grandfathers clock made with his wood.
One day I hope, Americans will have plentiful chestnut lumber to plane and shape, thanks to the hard work
of the American Chestnut Foundation. About twenty years ago I had the pleasure of being part of a team that salvaged an old barn in southern Va. which proved to be about a quarter non-wormy chestnut (roughly fifteen hundred board ft., I'd guess), the rest white oak and a smattering of red oak. That chestnut (a little of which I've still got shedded) is some sweet stuff to work with.