Every year about this time our yard becomes covered with acorns.
This year they are particularly abundant.
A walk in our yard is like walking on marbles.
Don't even think about taking a barefoot stroll.
I'm almost tempted to surround my yard with yellow "Caution" tape.
While sitting in my family room the other day with the doors open,
I heard the familiar sound rain makes as it makes its way through the leaves of our trees,
before ending its journey in the weeds and crab grass we call a lawn.
As I looked outside I could see the rain streaking through our air space.
The sound intensified and I could see our deck was still dry, while little
projectiles danced on the wood planks like marbles.
It wasn't raining.
A gust of wind was causing hundreds of acorns to fall from the trees.
I thought for a second that I should throw myself on Izzy to protect him
from the shrapnel.
But then I decided against it.
Those nuts hurt!
As I sat on my deck this morning with a cup of coffee enjoying the beautiful morning,
I heard the leaves from our big oak tree reacting to a small gust of wind
that just whispered through. I thought to myself, this is nice.
That serene scene quickly came to an end as the familiar sound of hundreds of acorns
in attack mode landing on my deck, took aim at me and my coffee.
The acorn attack sounds like a drum roll on a snare drum.
Like a person with his pants on fire, I was up, dashing wildly for my back door,
my coffee in one hand while my other arm covered my head.
As I ran for protection I saw Izzy out of the corner of my eye scamper for safety under the deck.
I think I better post a sign on my deck that says, "Hardhat Area"