There are a row of chestnut trees across the street from The Gainsborough. Like clock work they start dropping chestnuts at the start of Fall. I use the word ‘Fall’ instead of ‘Autumn’ because that is what they do, they literally fall from the trees, raining chestnuts. The squirrels are in heaven. TPS brings them to me as little gifts that he picks up when he is out walking Bailey. They are just such a sweet, and beautifully color coordinated, reminder of the beginning of the season.