There are millions of acorns, ripe and falling, making a noise as you walk through the forest, 'plop' - 'plop' - 'plop'.
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They crunch under your feet.
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Acorns
They crunch under your feet.
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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.
Beautiful combination of textures, colors and light.
Only two other things would make pine more for English countryside -conkers, and a patch of bluebells.
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.
that was almost a haiku :-)
@El Loco - I wish! I love haiku.
Falling blossom
Seems to return to the bough
- Butterfly
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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