As I lie in bed, in the dark with the windows wide open, I listen to the night sounds. Insects hum, bats creak, and toads croak. A sound through the trees makes me wonder who is moving through the woods, but then I hear a loud plop and realize that acorns are dropping through the trees. The next day I decide to work out on the deck. By day, the sound of acorns falling from great heights is similar to the sound of a large rock falling from a cliff. If you have ever been under an oak when an acorn has fallen, it feels like a rock has hit you on the head. This has been a banner year for acorns in the NE, and I got to thinking about this abundance and what it means for the tree. Now, this

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