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It's Winter, the wind is howling, and I’m awakened by acorns plip-plopping on my skylight window. Our two Black Oak trees have finally lost the last of their glorious bounty, and my excitement sets...
Read moreIt's Winter, the wind is howling, and I’m awakened by acorns plip-plopping on my skylight window. Our two Black Oak trees have finally lost the last of their glorious bounty, and my excitement sets...
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