The Sky is Falling

Recently I have been remembering The Tale of Chicken Little. It does indeed feel like the sky is falling around here, especially the last few days since the wind has picked up. I do love our huge oak trees, but most likely due to the incredible amount of rain this year, we are experiencing a bumper crop of acorns.

The last two days I have raked up tens of thousands of acorns. Oh no, contrary to my normal inclinations, I am not exaggerating. During the somewhat monotonous task of picking up pile after pile of acorns ,I actually estimated how many I had collected. Several trash cans worth of acorns is quite a large number.

And as much as I love our oak trees, I also love the huge skylight in our upstairs bathroom. Unfortunately they don't go so well together at this time of year. The wind blows, and what sounds like a volley of shots goes off as the acorns hit the skylight. It is unbelievably loud. You need to be here to really experience how unsettling it is, especially at 4 am.

I'm hoping that this is the temporary cause of my recent insomnia (the kids, mercifully, sleep right through it).