I’ve watched this black walnut tree for over five years. It doesn’t just signal when the frost is coming it also tells me when the last frost has passed. Listen to the wind. Watch the leaves. Nature speaks, and I swear by it. Black walnut, black walnut, leaves so few, Tell me the frost, tell me what’s true. When you bare your branches to the sky, Frost is coming, and spring will sigh. Black walnut, black walnut, leaves so few, Tell me the frost is finally through. When you bud and shimmer with t