||[Sep. 24th, 2018|10:35 am]
My daughter's 40th birthday. Landmark for her, landmark for everyone connected to her. We just had a chat on the phone about how we all think it must be fun being young but the 30s- in particular- can be a grim decade- because you're expected to be all grown up but actually you're still quite inexperienced and gauche- and it's hard work. |
It seems only yesterday we were in the middle of a heatwave and now the night time temperatures are in single figures and the day time ones in the mid teens. This morning is sunny but cold and cutting. I like this kind of weather; it's invigorating. I went out into the fields and did more than I usually do- pulling up ragwort, dragging fallen branches to the bonfire site.
Conkers are fairy gold- but while their sheen lasts they're beautiful- the colour of a mahogany table that's been polished and polished for two hundred years. Would they keep their shine if you buffed them up with beeswax? But, then, again, would you want to? They're seeds- and change is of their essence.