Kiss Your Mom

and the ground she walks on

Ever since the snow thawed, and we’ve had bare ground, I’ve been daily overcome by an old longing to go out and collect acorns, not in the frenzied way that I do in November with five-gallon buckets and the long-handled garden weasel, but how I used to do it - a basket, my dog, and my hands. So, I gave myself one hour on a sunny afternoon, and in that o…