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.

7 comments:

Lynn said...

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.

Dieudonne said...

Beautiful combination of textures, colors and light.

Plain Jane said...

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

msHedgehog said...

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.

El Loco said...

that was almost a haiku :-)

msHedgehog said...

@El Loco - I wish! I love haiku.

Falling blossom
Seems to return to the bough
- Butterfly

Anonymous said...

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