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Sunday, 25 September 2011

Acorns

There are millions of acorns, ripe and falling, making a noise as you walk through the forest, 'plop' - 'plop' - 'plop'.

I grieve a little less for summer

They crunch under your feet.
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7 comments:

  1. Lynn25 September 2011 at 19:30

    Beautiful photo - so perfect. Just finished a novel set in the 1940s, in which children made tea sets from acorn cups. Oh the charm and the bounty.

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  2. Dieudonne25 September 2011 at 20:18

    Beautiful combination of textures, colors and light.

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  3. Plain Jane1 October 2011 at 05:26

    Only two other things would make pine more for English countryside -conkers, and a patch of bluebells.

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  4. msHedgehog2 October 2011 at 16:59

    I can't resist picking up conkers either, but I didn't take a photograph. The shells they come in are fascinating, too. The bluebells were pretty good this year.

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  5. El Loco5 October 2011 at 15:19

    that was almost a haiku :-)

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  6. msHedgehog5 October 2011 at 23:45

    @El Loco - I wish! I love haiku.

    Falling blossom
    Seems to return to the bough
    - Butterfly

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  7. Anonymous7 October 2011 at 22:48

    I was 'brotch'ing (cause that's the noise they make) acorns under my feet in Dartmoor the other day with our Dad, thinking of you! x

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