Gravity

Rian is Sir Isaac Newton.

Today, whilst I was stretching the hose across the yard, the apple tree decided to lob fruit at Rian's tender head.

Plop.

"Ouch!"

Plop.

"Damn!"

Plop. Plop.

"Ah! It all makes sense now. Kepler was on the correct track."

...the Tree Fellow is coming back Monday afternoon, to prune the apple and pear tree out of season. Tis a shame, because they are happy and loaded with organic fruit. But the pleased creatures have spread their canopy across nearly Rian's whole lawn. They cannot stay that way.