The Almighty Seed Palm

Ah, the almighty palm. I have dubbed mine the almighty "seed" palm for obvious reasons. I have two in front of my house (or rather the city does), and this year seems to be a banner year for them. I don't know whether it's because I've been watering more, or? But for one reason or another there seems to be a perpetual carpet of hard, yet pulpy, orange seeds on my front walk. Now my footwear of choice is wooden clogs. Imagine, if you will, the tenuous hold I have on keeping my balance when I step on one of these. Picture in your mind a plank with a ball under it, which circus performers sometimes use to show off their balancing skills. This is the situation in which I find myself when stepping on these seeds. "Whooooooooa," I gasp, starting what looks for a moment like a tightrope walker ready to fall.

The situation has gradually gotten worse over the last couple of months, and looking up into the fronds, I see that the palm's fecundity seems to have no bounds. Yes, I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the city, and let them know that my palms are ready for a snipping!