Listen 5 min Share Comment on this story Comment I’m running out of ways to describe the sounds the acorns are making as they rain down upon me. When they separate from the oak trees, there’s a ripping sound, like an iceberg calving.... When they hit the flagstone patio, it’s a rifle-crack.... When they land in the soft grass, the sound reminds me of the gentle thump of a lazily tossed baseball falling into a worn leather mitt. Fast, informative and written just for locals....