It is that time of season again. Under the oak trees with the squirrels searching above for just the right acorn snack, you can almost hear them say: green? yep,next...green? yep,next...green? yep,next.... The discarded chards rain down, crashing through the leaf canopy to the ground below. A hazard zone for those so brave as to walk under the trees. The yard is populated with over 50 oak trees so finding a safe refuge for gardening could provide a lump or two or three. The ground is littered with corpses of once bitten seeds. However, while the chipmunks may need a fallout shelter, the humans have hard hats!! The wife can safely water the new lawn seeds.