Raining Acorns

Sugar and mountain maple leaves are just beginning to show fall colors, maybe the mountains ahead of the sugars, some already fluttering to ground. Sometimes you can even hear the flutter. Acorns, on the other hand, are clattering down on roofs, shaken loose and well announced by the cacophony of cawing crows, rustling as one from tree to tree. The trees and crows, making music for the season. Young doe eyes just watch me, seemingly unafraid. You have to look for them, though they seem to be everywhere today. They are silent. Silent, even in stride when fear does take hold. The air is cool and crisp; feels great. I am on my early morning walk on Woodland, appropriately named for this day. It is not Vermont, just Western Pennsylvania, which gets no credit for this. But I credit i…