Acorns in the Fall

I love acorns.

I love their little hats with their lovely designs.  I love that they are such a nutritious food supply to so many animals and wildlife.  I even like the sound of their per-clunk as they land on the ground.

Acorns mean Fall to me.  And I mean this, literally.

Audrey and her family live in a neighborhood that must have 10,000 oak trees.  Seriously.  Huge, splendid oak trees line every street and thrive in each yard.  A nearby street is named Old Oak.  These trees provide wonderful shade in the summer and exquisite snow sculptures in the winter.  These oak trees are quite magical.

In the Fall, these thousands of oak trees produce thousands of acorns.  And I think most of them ended up in Audrey’s driveway this past week.  How do I know?  The little suckers took me on the fall of my life.

While Audrey was in NYC last week, I watched Benjamin and Henry each morning while Matt took William and Alexander to pre-school.  When pre-school was over, we switched.  I took William and Alexander for lunch and the afternoon while Matt worked at home and Benjamin and Henry napped.  On one of these mornings, I was running a teensy bit late.  I zipped into their driveway, opened my car door, hopped out… and seemed to be ice-skating.  Better yet, I seemed to be moving on a conveyor belt.  A fast conveyor belt.  Then bonk, I hit the ground.

I had taken quite a ride on those acorns.

I wasn’t hurt at all (but I was very happy that I wasn’t carrying Henry or Benjamin at the time). I carefully got up, brushed myself off, kicked a little path among the acorns and headed inside to get the boys.   Once outside again, I tiptoed along my little path, carrying Henry and holding Benjamin’s hand.  Benjamin kept stopping to pick up acorns, and I said to him, “Honey, Grandma slipped on some acorns.  We should sweep these off the driveway later.”

Benjamin let go of my hand, stuffed his treasure into his pocket with his other hand and said, “The ka-corns didn’t slip you, Grandma.  You slipped you.”

Can’t argue with that logic.

And I still love acorns.  Because they mean Autumn to me!

About Audrey

Audrey McClelland has been a digital influencer since 2005. She’s a mom of 5 and shares tips on her three favorite things: parenting, fashion and beauty. She’s also a Contemporary Romance Author.

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