EDitorial ± 3-Oct-2000
The Fall
It was Keats, of course (having just looked it up), who wrote the following
words about autumn:
Now I don't have the full text of "To Autumn" in front of me at this moment, but I think it's unlikely that our friend, the lyric poet, mentioned one key aspect of the current season conkers! They're just so:
And because, as our man Keats also said, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", here are a couple of (digital) snaps I took at the weekend of the 278 specimens that we collected. Yep, I did count them.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run.— John Keats
Now I don't have the full text of "To Autumn" in front of me at this moment, but I think it's unlikely that our friend, the lyric poet, mentioned one key aspect of the current season conkers! They're just so:
- shiny,
- free,
- and great for suspending on a shoestring for bashing your mate's knuckles in the playground
And because, as our man Keats also said, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", here are a couple of (digital) snaps I took at the weekend of the 278 specimens that we collected. Yep, I did count them.
Some conkers |
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More conkers |
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Be seeing you!