My family is under attack.
Daily, we are bombarded with objects falling from above.
Acorns–by the hundreds.
I remember growing up the country having oak trees around our yard, so I’m not unfamiliar with acorns. However, the oak trees that I have in this yard give us a constant barrage from the sky. It’s really the craziest thing.
When I sit in the mornings, or in the evenings, reading in the sun-room–I hear the constant sound of acorns hitting the roof or skylight. The other night, I opened the window to smell the fresh air and all around the woods was the sound of falling acorns.
It prompts me to remember Chicken Little and ask the question;
“Is the sky falling?”