Made For You There was a grand oak tree in the backyard that littered the ground with acorns. I walked out to it and I saw my love stick her head out from the knothole. “Is this where you’ve been all this time, honey?” “I’ve gathered quite a collection of nuts,” she said. “I thought you were opposed to hoarding,” I said. “Not anymore, baby.” “I’ve got some roasted almonds in my pocket,” I offered, "Salted." “Climb on in,” she said.