This is the year of the sloe. Blackthorn thickets are literally bubbling with fruit. Blue, black jewels glittering amongst the yellowing leaves. So plentiful this year they seem to hang in bunches like grapes. But how deceiving looks can be, put one in your mouth and you’ll certainly never forget it. Imagine, this small round beauty, modestly blushing blue, unexpectedly seems to expand as...
September, Time Running Out.
I’m drawing a little clump of trees that I’ve been admiring all year. It’s the different shapes in different shapes that I like. I know that if I don’t draw them now it will be too late, the leaves will be gone. It’s a poignant time of year. There seems to be a heightened awareness of time running out. Of darkness. Even though the scales of the year are still...
September, More Acorns.
As I was drawing the acorns last week I wondered what the cup was for. How does it actually aid the acorn. It doesn’t seem to offer much protection and it doesn’t form a mode of transport like ash or field maple seeds which come with parachutes attached . The acorn cup doesn’t seem to have an obvious biological role. I ask the forester but he doesn’t really know. I could...
As the dogs and I walk along the road under the big oaks Slinky is first to notice the fall of acorns. He enthusiasticly hoovers them up like a hungry pig impatient for Christmas. I, on the other hand, am less hungry and just stop to admire their vivid greenness against the dark grey of the wet road. I stoop down to pick up any really huge or perfect ones, unable to leave them defenceless in the...