I loved Christmas. We had a really great time. But there wasn't - it was all - you had to be happy with, you know, an orange and a couple of walnuts, you know, in your stocking.
A spaniel, a woman, and a walnut tree, the more they're beaten the better they be.
After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine.
Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.
The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut.