The Sky is falling

My yard is full of tall, majestic oak trees.  I love my oak trees; I really do.  In fact when I was house hunting I made sure that large trees was one of my requirements. They shade the yard from the summer heat.  They provide homes for birds, and other wildlife.  Every few years though, the trees go into acorn producing overdrive. Perhaps there is a scientific reason behind this abundant harvest. Maybe it’s nature’s way to provide for the advancement of oak trees worldwide.  Maybe it’s just accidental.  Whatever the case, this is the year.

Now I don’t have a problem with acorns per se its just that heaps of them spread out in my yard make walking from point A to point B a rather harrowing experience.  I teeter and sway like a drunk as I try and maneuver my way around all the while ducking the hundreds of hard oval projectiles raining down upon my unprotected noggin.

At night I wake up from the sound of the acorns hitting the roof and the deck.  The cat jumps, the dog barks and everyone is thinking the sky is falling. 

Thunk!

The wind blows.

Thunk, thunk!

It rains.

Thunk, thunk, thunk!

In just a few more weeks it will all be over.  The last of the acorns will be on the ground raked into piles with the leaves.  All is right with the world—until the next time.  Thunk!