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  • It is the time of the year in Northeastern Pennsylvania for the acorns to fall. The word "fall" can sometimes underplay the velocity with which these botanical bullets can strike.

    We are normally used to seeing these nuts lying on the ground, or in the possession of a ravenous squirrel. During the late summer, these things come at you like they were shot out of a cannon.

    They make wonderful, percussive sounds! They range from a "pock" when the nut hits the sidewalk, and a very orchestral "ting" when they attack the gas grill. Occasionally, a human gets in the way of the descent, and a short string of expletives can be heard.

    All in all, they provide wonderful forage for the deer, and provide me with a bumper crop of oak seedlings. Thankfully, I try to wear a hat outside during this time of year.
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