Crisp Fall days in the Boonies

We pick a lot of acorns around here. We count them and inspect them and toss them. Sometimes we hug them. We also carry them around in pockets, nets and baskets that sometimes get infested with worms and make me wish for the simplicity of a Miami mosquito.
Acorns have been banned from the house since Maria put a basket on the kitchen table and said “Look, Mami, pasta!”

The Spanish word of the day: Acorn = bellotas. (Challenge: Try working that into a conversation on South Beach.)