Nuts

Before the rain started, I walked with the dog up the lanes collecting acorns.

I always have a romantic idea of growing oak saplings and replacing some of the arboreal losses of the Amazonian catastrophe.

One year, my acorns were eaten by rampaging mice.

One year I grew a sapling, planted it in a gap in the hedge and a deer ate it.

The road to hell is paved with good intent.