As if there weren't enough to drive us crazy around here, there are the nuts. The large oaks on our front lawn have unleashed their annual fury, pelting the house with acorn-bullets with every breeze and making it perilous to venture outside without a helmet. The squirrels are having a field day cracking them all open, launching them from the top branches to their waiting buddies on the ground and generally leaving a mess of sharp shells everywhere. Only the foolish (me) try to tiptoe through the minefield barefoot to retrieve the newspaper each morning.
Still, I can't help but find acorns really, really pretty.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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