Suddenly there are so many fallen walnuts on the back lawn that I risk a sprained ankle or worse when walking there after dark. This evening the danger was aggravated by the glare from the rising moon. The tree shaded its hazardous droppage while the moon's bright light blinded me whenever I faced east. The buggery nuts nearly pulled my feet out from under me twice. I'll get even, though. I'll eat them!
The moon is full but I am not. The rest is silence.