Conkers (Part 2)
Too soon
And so it starts, the first one has landed!
Rustle, snap, thud!
I heard your arrival. There was a rustle, a snap, a tear, a swipe and a soft thud. I looked towards the commotion to see you roll in my direction. Thank goodness I wasnāt directly underneath you. Your spikes are fully formed, yellow and as sharp as sharks teeth. Your lime green outer coating hints at your early demise, usually a deeper hue, mature and ready to spill your contents. Your fissures are tightly shut, not exposing the treasures within. I guess that, given the time of year, your seeds will be white and barely formed - Iāll have a peek later. And so, as you lay on the emerald grass, looking up at the hangers on, you contemplate what might have been? If only you had stayed put.
What are you hiding, with your solid exterior covered in spines so sharp you cannot be handled without a fight? Let me know the secrets of what you are nurturing, how many do you carry? A singlet, twins, maybe even triplets? Seeds of the future, the potential of immense grandeur and strength. Do you feel sad that this is the end of the line for you, your potential lost? You nearly made it, be proud of this my friend. I appreciate your skill, your tenacity and determination. I hope one of your friends makes it.
Ooo the anticipation. We don't have nearly as many this year as last year, perhaps because it's been so wet, the trees are happier? But they have started flinging themselves onto the shed roof with a tremendous bang, and I too am glad my head is not underneath! [Btw, your last image declares it cannot be found ā maybe me, maybe you?] X