Autumn really is all around us now, with leaves swirling in the wind. Colours changing from green to gold, and conkers of course. Chestnuts crunching underfoot as you walk down the lane. There is something about opening up a chestnut and seeing that gleaming brown seed, so rich in colour and with such a fiery glow.
I picked up a pocketful on a walk the other day and intended to leave them for Idgy to open when she got home from school. But oh the kid in me just couldn’t resist; I was in there opening them up and popping out the conkers within a minute of reaching the kitchen.
So joyous, finding something so bright and shiny and treasure like within such an unimpressive (and often blackened and gnarled) shell. Nature really does wrap her gifts well.
I soon had them lined up all shiny and bright.
A pile of husks empty and drying on the sideboard, their foam filled interiors turning from white to brown in a matter of minutes.
Then realised that was a tad mean so trotted off out again and gathered another pocketful for Idgy to open.
We put them on the Aga to dry out. Big and glowing and rich in Autumnal goodness. The next morning they were still full of seasonal loveliness but of course had dried and shrunk somewhat. Ah those big bright shiny chestnuts, now little more than peanut sized marbles. I’d forgotten how much smaller they get. Those conkers of childhood must have been massive when we gathered them. Hmmmmm memories…..
Harry had a ball chasing them around the kitchen.