The horse chestnut shower

When you think of buying the next thing to make you happy, just go for a walk in the countryside instead. Nature offers so much more than we will ever be able to create. Today I was standing under a horse chestnut tree with my parents and Valentina. We were looking for newly-fallen conkers; suddenly a shower of them dropped from the tree and narrowly missed us. Then again, and again. We laughed, we ran (well, I shuffled!), Valentina picked them up.

How can it be that the wonder of finding fresh conkers never changes? The digital and man-made worlds are just no match for what has been created for us by one much more powerful.

Author: Andrew Knowlman

I am a 50-year old father of two children, married to Jane. I live in Hertfordshire, UK. I was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis in April 2015.

One thought on “The horse chestnut shower”

  1. I recall a piece of string and my prize winning conker at the end of it from my school days. My kids today do not believe it was a serious sport in the school playground of my youth. These days I still cannot resist just checking if a prize conker lays among the horse chestnut shower.

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