The acorn's not yet
Fallen from the tree
That's to grow the wood,
That's to make the cradle,
That's to rock the bairn,
That's to grow a man,
That's to lay me.
Unknown. The Cauld Lad of Hilton or, The Wandering Spectre (l. 2–8). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.
TIME: 7:19 PM
PLACE: Jaycees Park
SUBJECT: Acorns
Today was a day spent doing laundry and trying to catch our breath from our busy weekend. From 6-8pm tonight, MonkeyBoy had football practice and the girls had their cheerleading practice. HandsomeHusband is helping out by doing some coaching for the boys, so I was with the girls. I got a kick out of watching StellaDella learning the cheers. I sincerely hope her co-ordination kicks in soon, LOL! During the cheer breaks, she amused herself by plucking the young acorns from the tree. She set them by me for safekeeping - placing them on the railroad tie that served as my chair for the evening. I turned the camera to its macro setting, put it on the weathered wood by my right hip and pressed the shutter. This is what I got.
