We’ve had an abundance of acorns this autumn, and no matter how many times we’ve swept or raked them and disposed of them, they’ve been replenished. Folklore has it that excessive acorns mean a hard winter* (an indicator that animals will be well fed during unusually long or intense cold seasons). Folklore is rarely dependable in today’s climate studies.
Still, I dubbed Rocky “King of the Acorns” today at his annual wreathing.
*I used this factoid in one of the novels in the Neverending Saga after a conversation with Lynne.
ETA: Later, after Tom and Debby returned from running errands, Tom took me outside to see what Timothy had done earlier in the day. He’s been working on cleaning and pruning the front yard, and he wanted to try some plants/herbs in Rocky’s flower bed, where they can get more light. Thanks, Tim!
And Tom has put the Christmas wreaths in the windows, including two in the windows of Lynne’s room.
And four in the living room windows. They now have little plaid reindeer on them.
We tried making acorn coffee this year, and while the flavour was interesting, we didn’t quite manage to undo the tannins (read: we totally didn’t undo the tannins), so we could get more than an initial flavour followed by the “oh wow, now it tastes awful in my mouth.”
It would be possible to try it again next year, but honestly, the sheer amount of time and effort taken to make it happen?
Probably not. I’ll stick to tea. 😉
If you change your mind and need acorns… Then again, maybe those aren’t allowed through customs.