The Tuesday tree: it can’t be Autumn, I’m not ready yet
Now, here’s a strange thing. A horse chestnut: a tall, untidy tree, heavy with huge hands of leaves.
Its conkers are already swelling with promise, though nowhere near ripe.
In amongst this lush greenery, however, a couple of boughs have decided that Autumn has begun.
They are turning a little earlier than usual – there are also maples and notafagi turning colour already – but they do the same thing every year. And it’s always the same branches: two big boughs, half a season ahead of the rest of the tree. Summer seems to have lasted only a few days this year. Our younger son started back at school today, before I was ready: I am feeling discombobulated by the lurch into term time and turning leaves. Not least because our elder son is still at home on holiday, still on summer time. Frankly, I feel as confused as a horse chestnut.