Bombs away

We have an oak tree in the back yard that's pretty big. Huge, in fact. It's a pin oak, so its acorns are on the smaller side. (Thankfully!)

This time of year the acorns are dropping and the back deck sounds like an old-style gangster shoot out when the wind kicks up. Dozens of the buggers drop onto the chairs, railings, roof, gutters and decking pinging and cracking as they hit and bounce.
If it weren't for the big market umbrella, you couldn't sit out there. And it's been so beautiful that I haven't wanted to sit anywhere else.