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.