|The Oak Tree|
"Ow! Don't do that!" I cry and shake my fist with one hand and rub my sore head with the other. I can't even walk down my driveway without that tree pelting me with acorns.
Today, still sore from acorn wounds, I decide I can make something of all these acorns.
I've made myself some Acorn Potpourri. The whole kitchen smells like a spiced harvest.
You heard it said that when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Well, when life throws acorns across your path (and on your head), you gather them and make Acorn Potpourri.
Journal: What would you do with hundreds of acorns?