This morning I wanted to go on a mission for the last remaining conkers, for decoration and in hopes they’d rid our house of spiders. Instead, my Mum took me to a gold mind of oak trees.
I still pick up conkers and pine cones but I couldn’t tell you the last time I’ve picked up acorn caps – never the actual acorn, too many experiences of finding maggots in them.
Why have they gone under the radar for me? I think I’d more likely stamp on them on purpose than collect them. And they’re so pretty. Also, my Mum said the trees don’t produce acorns every year, fun fact for the day.
Without a bag, we ended up using my little brothers welly to carry them. (He wasn’t with us, we didn’t make him hop around just for my gain.)
So, today is the day that I appreciate acorn caps and make some sort of craft or decor with them, along with these real leaves. Tomorrow you will find out what I decided to do, but, for now, I still have no idea.