A Neighborhood Bombing Run

I'm enjoying a time away from the home by house sitting at my son's while they are away and watching his best buddy, a golden retriever named McCarty.  I enjoy being with this big guy and have spent quite a bit of time with him over the summer.

Today we spent quite a bit of time indoors because he has severe arthritis, but I decided we needed some fresh air so we adjourned to the deck out back.  McCarty did something he seldom does which is hide under the eaves and it made me wonder what was up since he usually enjoys laying out where he can catch the breezes on the corner of the deck.   I suddenly discovered the reason for his move to the protected area, for as I sat enjoying the breeze and the lovely shade I was bombed!  Really!  I think I had better explain.

I usually sit in the front yard when I watch the grandchildren but seldom do the back yard as it can be hot in the summer because the wind seldom closed yard since it is buffeted all around by neighborhood houses.  Since the weather this week has been cool and comfortable and the wind was actually coming through the back slider, so I decided to enjoy the back deck.  That was a totally wrong move on my part because no sooner had I settled in with my knitting than I began to be bombarded by small round objects.  I looked up and got hit square on the cheek bone this time!   Running quickly into the house I barely missed being bombed again by another object...I mean an acorn for that's what I saw it was as I looked out from the safety of the house.  At first I was sure some squirrel was on the war path from the trees, but no it was the oak trees on the property that were "throwing," those acorns!  I stood inside the slider watching those mini bombs hitting the deck - hard! 

McCarty sat comfortably under the extended roof line looking sideways at me.  He almost seemed to be smiling as if to say, "See?  I knew what I was doing!" 

I did go back out to braved the barrage of acorns to retrieve my knitting, but decided there and then it was safer to spend the rest of the afternoon indoors.  As I sat indoors I listened to those mini bombs hitting the deck and wondering if the trees enjoyed their bombing run and the reaction they elicited from the civilian casualties in the neighborhood.