A delicate acorn stem cast onto the lane by yesterday’s thunderstorm now graces my desk.
What a story captured in miniature.
Genetics of an evolving species adapted to our Welsh weather and scrubby soil. Cycles of seasons that accompanied the travellers along our lane, each with their stories of who, why and where.
And now delighting at the beauty of its tiny form, reminding me that our clothes can never match the natural wardrobe.