Opening Day Swing

I spotted a plump, smooth acorn resting right on the flagstones, practically begging for a solid swing. I set it up neatly on an overturned terracotta saucer to get the tee height just right, tapped my bat twice, and squared my stance. One clean crack sent that little nut sailing in a high, spinning arc straight across the grass. It landed with a loud metallic clatter right inside an empty watering can near the fence! First swing of the afternoon, and nothing but net.