My schoolteacher daughter came for a walk in the woods near the Franciscans, gathering leaves and nuts and berries for her four to five year olds’ nature table. ‘I need plenty of acorns because they’ll get lost – into pockets.’ Chestnuts and conkers will surely disappear from the table too, but coloured leaves, once pressed and dried, will be stuck on the windows and can be admired and drawn and painted.
The day before we’d walked in the woods with baby Isaac, who at four months is still fascinated by the trees and the light filtering through the leaves.
For Isaac everything is new; and some of the older children may be looking closely at these jewels for the first time. And if we peer deeply into a jewel, what might we see?
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
said the didactic Mrs Alexander (Once in Royal David’s City), but if our eyes are opened, we can see him now; as the Psalmist says:
Thine is the day, and thine is the night: thou hast made the morning light and the sun.Thou hast made all the borders of the earth: the summer and the spring were formed by thee. (73:16-17)
Open your eyes!
Autumn along the railway bank path by Eleanor Billingsley