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This summer was so crazy with a drought but still where mosquitoes multiplied. And we’re leaving behind a hurricane that attacked the Midwest from all sides. The crops were lost as months of over 100-degree temperatures, drove us hard. They were Months that steadily held us captive within our own house doors. I was soooo looking forward to Autumn where every thing would step aside. I was dreaming of cool nights so mellow and days where I could walk my dog. Yes, where the dogs feet and our shoe bottoms, would not be melting off. Where leaning over the fence while talking to neighbors could be done. But then, BOOM, along came Autumn, and I do mean with a capital B-O-O-M! Our acorn tree decided for the first time in 30 years…to go forth and bloom... And the gumball tree with its little spikes, doesn’t ever want, to be outdone. The trees are very old and big at more than three stories high, you know… I shouldn’t have watered them soooo much during the drought and heat, with glee. For those cute little acorns are now shooting off the trees at mock ten, I do believe. They hit the house and ground, then ricochet with a force that makes me grieve. Dozens come down, at a time, bouncing with speeds even planes can’t achieve. Umbrellas don’t seem to work as they bounce off the house and patio below… Lord…help me Jesus… I say, as I dodge back and forth, under the rain below… My dogs won’t go outside… and even my birds have moved a few yards down… To a more docile terrain we’re all bound, as we were steadily run, off ground. Even the squirrels stopped trying to bury them, and have left it all behind, so forlorn. They're hanging a few doors down as my ground has become, wall-to-wall acorns. Acorns have hit with so much force, that I’ve had to cover my windows for once. I no longer sit by my window to write… Yep… Bazinga! Won, with a vengeance... Once the acorns finally end…the spiky gumballs will be gleefully awaiting, to begin. I’m looking forward to winter, though I begin to believe it’ll be an unusual clincher. As I’ve learned to say… You never know when life will send you a… Bazinga! And that... sometimes Autumn's fruitfullness isn't so mellow after all.

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Autumn's Mellow Fruitfulness

This summer was so crazy with a drought but still where mosquitoes multiplied. And we’re leaving behind a hurricane that attacked the Midwest from all sides. The crops were lost as months of over 100-degree temperatures, drove us hard. They were Months that steadily held us captive within our own house doors. I was soooo looking forward to Autumn where every thing would step aside. I was dreaming of cool nights so mellow and days where I could walk my dog. Yes, where the dogs feet and our shoe bottoms, would not be melting off. Where leaning over the fence while talking to neighbors could be done. But then, BOOM, along came Autumn, and I do mean with a capital B-O-O-M! Our acorn tree decided for the first time in 30 years…to go forth and bloom... And the gumball tree with its little spikes, doesn’t ever want, to be outdone. The trees are very old and big at more than three stories high, you know… I shouldn’t have watered them soooo much during the drought and heat, with glee. For those cute little acorns are now shooting off the trees at mock ten, I do believe. They hit the house and ground, then ricochet with a force that makes me grieve. Dozens come down, at a time, bouncing with speeds even planes can’t achieve. Umbrellas don’t seem to work as they bounce off the house and patio below… Lord…help me Jesus… I say, as I dodge back and forth, under the rain below… My dogs won’t go outside… and even my birds have moved a few yards down… To a more docile terrain we’re all bound, as we were steadily run, off ground. Even the squirrels stopped trying to bury them, and have left it all behind, so forlorn. They're hanging a few doors down as my ground has become, wall-to-wall acorns. Acorns have hit with so much force, that I’ve had to cover my windows for once. I no longer sit by my window to write… Yep… Bazinga! Won, with a vengeance... Once the acorns finally end…the spiky gumballs will be gleefully awaiting, to begin. I’m looking forward to winter, though I begin to believe it’ll be an unusual clincher. As I’ve learned to say… You never know when life will send you a… Bazinga! And that... sometimes Autumn's fruitfullness isn't so mellow after all.