An extract from my Seasons Journal: ‘The ground is an autumn carpet of leaves in the narrow Twilly Springs short cut. We swish through them, spotting lumpy hard pears and know we will watch the fruit turn into mush over the next few months. At either end of the carpet, the leaves disintegrate into slithery mud. It is a month of putting down, a month of laying to rest, a lonely month, a somber month. It is the right month to remember Armistice Day with the poignant symbol of a poppy.’ Wondering what this project is all about? Have a look at this entry.