Oak trees, acorns and metal roofs.

I've been painting cabinet doors this morning. It's 66 degrees and cloudy. The wind's been blowing. There are several oak trees very close to the cabin. Often, acorn will fall out of the trees, hitting the roof. :-) Even with insulation in the attic and the roof, the sound of a 1/2" acorn falling 20' or so... colliding with a metal roof is still loud.

That sound reminded me of something I heard my parents talk about a long time ago.
When they got married in 1940 Daddy had a place out on Sanderson Lane. I don't remember how many acres, but it was quite a lot. He had cows out there. His only transportation was a black and white pinto called "Pretty Boy".
I don't think they had electricity or running water. The "house" had a tin roof. It was under a hickory tree. They were talking about how loud those hickory nuts were when they fell during a storm.

You know... We take so many things for granted. They were happy living out in the country. No electricity. No indoor plumbing. No vehicle. No TV. No computers.
Here I sit... listening to Classic Oldies on my iPhone and posting pictures on my blog.
I do appreciate all I have. And all the things my parents did for me. And what they taught me. They've been gone 20 and 30 years, but they are here with me every day.
Mama. Daddy. Thank you so very much.