One of the things which bother me at this time of year is
the sight of hundreds of acorns lying idle and forlorn across the tarmac road
surfaces. I love oak trees, you see. Their size and often-idiosyncratic shape
make them probably the most characterful of all the native British trees, and
their leaves are also particularly good looking. Seeing them scattered and
crushed by the wheels of vehicles, never to grow into sturdy oaks, irritates
me.
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According to Blogger stats I reached a milestone this morning: the number of page views to this blog achieved the dizzying height of a million. I would consider this a notable achievement if I believed it, but since I don’t I won’t.
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And guess what I did this morning. I rescued an earthworm struggling across the road. If only the Lady B knew how hard old habits die. It was raining at the time but I still watched the worm for a long time to study how they move. It's nearly always the little things in this questionable thing we call existence which I find most fascinating.
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