From the Boston Globe:
Given this year’s bountiful rains and the mysterious cycles of nature, oak trees are producing one of the region’s largest crops of acorns in memory, forcing people to run for cover or gingerly avoid what can feel like a carpet of marbles on sidewalks and backyards.
On a recent afternoon along the Muddy River, the spike-tipped, leathery shells plunged like cluster bombs with every gust of wind from the surrounding oaks, leaving thousands of them littering the paved paths that connect Boston and Brookline.
“I’ve nearly broken my neck several times,’’ said Neil McIsaac, a Brookline contractor who was installing a fence along the river. “There are tons of them.’’
Broken necks, eh? Reminds me of the fellow out at the dude ranch who fell off a cliff when he saw a snake. When told the snake wasn't dangerous, the guy said, If he can make you jump off a cliff, he's dangerous!
When acorns are outlawed, only outlaws will have acorns!
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