Both from Richard Lawrence Cohen. First, a string of haiku. Here is one of seven.
From the neighbor’s yard
hammering nails into wood
sounds like, “Leave your home.”
Next, a tale of acorns...
From the comment thread, a good comment:
Oh, for the days of having acorn collections.
Oh, for the days of being able to send kids out to play by themselves (not that feasible in my L.A. neighborhood).
There's something so moving to me about Agent 97 calling you out to look his collection. THAT is childhood at its best, blissfully free of video games and other manufactured stuff. I want to find more opportunities with my daughter to loll around in our natural surroundings (even though we don't have many deciduous trees).