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Trees in the genus Carya (Ancient Greek: κάρυον "nut") are commonly known as hickory, derived from the Powhatan language of Virginia. The genus includes 17–19 species of deciduous trees with pinnately compound leaves and big nuts. Five or six species are native to China, Indochina, and India (State of Assam), 11 or 12 are from the United States, two to four are from Canada and four are found in Mexico.
Another Asian species, beaked hickory, previously listed as Carya sinensis, is now treated in a separate genus, Annamocarya, as Annamocarya sinensis.
Hickory flowers are small, yellow-green catkins produced in spring. They are wind-pollinated and self-incompatible. The fruit is a globose or oval nut, 2–5 cm (0.79–2.0 in) long and 1.5–3 cm (0.59–1.2 in) diameter, enclosed in a four-valved husk, which splits open at maturity. The nut shell is thick and bony in most species, and thin in a few, notably C. illinoinensis; it is divided into two halves, which split apart when the seed germinates.
In the APG system, genus Carya (and the whole Juglandaceae family) has been recently moved to the Fagales order.
he kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill
she'll never love him but knows that her father will
her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her
breast never dries when he's hungry
the money came and she died in her rocking chair
the window wide and the rain in her braided hair
a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
like a hymn to the house she was making
blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a
wind that is whispering something
strong as hell but not hickory rooted
she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
and summer left like her walking with another and a
sound of a church bell ringing
the money came and he died like a butterfly
a buried star and the haze of the city lights
a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the
blue feathered wing - we were lucky
blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a
wind that is whispering something