Despite N still being in shorts in the warm Autumn weather, the colours of the leaves definitely shows that Autumn’s well on its way.
On and around the farm, the leaves are turning red, yellow and brown, and a couple of trees on the farm have even fallen. Seems bizarre when we’re still in summer gear and walking round in flip flops or sandals and mostly no socks.
It does mean that there’s still time to get out in the garden after work and nursery. I’ve been pottering, gradually picking the tomatoes as they turn red, while N’s been interested in the apple trees.
The other day as we pulled in from nursery, his dad had been in the farmyard and had taken N out with him for a bit. Once they’d finished, N was sent running back up the drive to me…brandishing a fallen oak tree twig complete with lovely orange leaves.
I decided it was a good opportunity to talk about the different trees and leaves around the front garden/lawns. So we talked about the twig being from an oak tree. Then I showed him the small horse chestnut which didn’t have any conkers yet, and then told him to find the other one…and spot the 1 conker case that’s there and hasn’t yet fallen. He loves conkers (and still has last year’s) so I think we’ll have to find some conker trees to get some more over the coming weeks.
As per usual, N was moaning he was hungry so I suggested he have an apple.
‘Mummy, those apples aren’t for eating, they’re for cooking’.
I had to explain that only 2 of the apple trees were cookers, but the other tree was eating apples and offered him one. Of course the twig came into play, but in the end I had to pick an apple off for him to eat. (This morning he asked for his Gramp to pick him one off the tree for before nursery. He knows how to get people to do his jobs for him!)
It seems that the nature lesson sunk in as N corrected his dad later because he’d got the wrong tree name.
N’s also been keeping an eye on the field behind us. Earlier in the week my brother in law had been up to the sheep sales in Yorkshire. Of course 2 days later that meant the field is now full of sheep from the sales. Noisy sheep.
But N seems to think they’re his sheep. Every time someone goes out to feed them, or check on them, N stands in our garden and supervises.
‘They’re my sheep, are you going to pay for them mummy?’. Errr.
It’s been lovely to be able to spend so much time outside this summer. I love the Autumn colours, but we’re not looking forward to the nights drawing in.
Are your children interested in the different fruits growing on trees? What’ve you been foraging this year?