Any naps today? Naps are the best! I like taking naps and could use one right about…now. But that’s a common desire for moms with Little Men and Munchkins, right? But if you nap when they do, when do you get the other things done? I could, I guess, let them have the run the house while I take a nap – but that sounds like chaos and child neglect all in one. I’ll just nap when I’m an empty nester. (You do take naps, Mom, don’t you?)
Well, over here, fall is in the air. And the trees. At this point of the year, Matt starts to battle leaves. They fall and fall and fall. And the leaves in our trees are NOT pretty ones.
See. Boring colors.
The pretty leaves are reserved for Shenandoah National Park and other picturesque places, not our yard. We thought that with the loss of two trees last summer, we would have fewer leaves in the fall – but that doesn’t seem to be reality. Maybe leaves are like dust bunnies and real bunnies, multiplying to the power of 4.
But today isn’t about leaves.
Its about “unicorns.” And by “unicorns,” I mean acorns. (Munchkin called them “unicorns” for a while.)
I’ve heard it said that you can gauge the coming winter by the number of acorns. If that’s the case, the frozen apocalypse is on its way to the Commonwealth. Acorns are falling from the sky in RECORD numbers. Its as if the trees are afraid there will never be another oak tree planted in the whole wide world and so they’re hedging their bets by attacking the world below with acorns, making me feel like they’re shooting bullets at our house, our cars, us.
No kidding – an acorn hit the windshield as I was driving down our road and I’m 73% sure it left a ding in the glass. It was so loud on contact I actually jumped and Munchkin yelled from the back, “What was THAT? Mama, what – Mama what was THAT? Hey Mama. Mommy. Mommy. Hey Mommy. Was that an acorn?”
Look at all these! This is about a 2 square feet section of the yard.
The other weird thing is there doesn’t seem to be any squirrels to get the acorns. We had them last year, but they’ve disappeared! Where are they? I don’t think Gibbs scared them away – she’s not that adept at seeing them. Maybe the hawk that’s been hanging out ate them? Or the acorns hit them in the head and some animal or other took the unconscious squirrels elsewhere? I have no idea, but they certainly aren’t at our house.
So the bullets keep dropping. And lying around waiting for the Shop-Vac to suck them up.
But that will need to wait till the leaves are gone…