Acorns

I sat down and sketched these acorns the other evening, using watercolor pencils. There is a little collection of acorns on our kitchen windowsill, collected from the yard and driveway. We have had an abundance of acorns this year. That seems to suggest a hard winter ahead. I hope not. Not again. Although last year we had almost no acorns fall from our oak trees. And last winter here was brutal. So I don't know what that means. Except that for a few weeks we heard the constant ping of acorns falling onto the driveway.

I love that acorns are so full of possibility. That's usually how I feel about this time of year too. Something about the Autumn, when October comes around, that makes me think of new beginnings, a fresh start. More so than in January even. Maybe it's because of all those acorns.