Yesterday, we parked in a space that was directly underneath an oak tree; a tree that was dropping it’s acorns. They were all over the ground and later – we weren’t really paying attention to the top of our vehicle – we realized that quite a few had fallen onto the soft top of our Jeep.
We didn’t figure that out until we were picking up speed to enter the highway home when we heard a lot of little clunking noises as they rolled off the top and bounced away. Wonder what the driver behind us thought about that?
Anyway, all of those acorns reminded me of a song I learned back in elementary school:
I’m a little acorn nut
Lying on the cold, cold ground.
Everybody steps on me
That is why I’m cracked you see.
I’m a nut!*
I’m a nut!
Odd the things we remember from our childhood, huh?
More from the Renaissance Festival coming soon. Fare thee well…