It's in the trees ...

Soon they will explode like fireworks - long, longer, longest arrows of red and orange, all festive and spring-y.

And then they turn into little brown helicopters and dear gawd, they will fly EVERYWHERE. They will sprout in every flowerbed, nay, in every spot of soil they can find. In lieu of soil, they will sprout in ALL the gutters.
For months, I will try to gather them, encourage Percys to eat them and fill buckets with them to toss in the garbage bin.


I have called them, and shall continue to do so: Nemesis.

I wish we had a walnut tree.