http://alanwhitton.co.uk/2009/09/22/conkers/ On Hypnotherapy, Change, Fighting, Life and Stuff. Thu, 13 Oct 2011 12:44:16 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://alanwhitton.co.uk/2009/09/22/conkers/comment-page-1/#comment-40 admin Sat, 03 Oct 2009 10:17:20 +0000 http://alanwhitton.co.uk/?p=47#comment-40 Hey! Love you guys! Hey!
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]]> http://alanwhitton.co.uk/2009/09/22/conkers/comment-page-1/#comment-38 English Sisters Fri, 02 Oct 2009 22:04:34 +0000 http://alanwhitton.co.uk/?p=47#comment-38 Hi Al, We enjoyed your "talk" about conkers and the seasons very much, there is something so very down to earth about conkers... Bye, bye, The English Sisters Hi Al,
We enjoyed your “talk” about conkers and the seasons very much, there is something so very down to earth about conkers…
Bye, bye,
The English Sisters

]]> http://alanwhitton.co.uk/2009/09/22/conkers/comment-page-1/#comment-31 Sophie Henson22 Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:04:29 +0000 http://alanwhitton.co.uk/?p=47#comment-31 Autumn beats spring any day for me. I just love the richness of the leaves. The different shades of brown that goes so well with the land scape here in the UK. It is lovely to walk through the woods with dryed ceisp golden Autumn leaves on the ground. Autumn beats spring any day for me. I just love the richness of the leaves. The different shades of brown that goes so well with the land scape here in the UK. It is lovely to walk through the woods with dryed ceisp golden Autumn leaves on the ground.

]]> http://alanwhitton.co.uk/2009/09/22/conkers/comment-page-1/#comment-30 Sarah Booth Wed, 23 Sep 2009 03:27:28 +0000 http://alanwhitton.co.uk/?p=47#comment-30 For me, I think to when I was in high school when fall starts. I remember being excited about the new start and crisp clean new notebooks, and brand new pens and unsharpened pencils waiting for a fine point. I think of the sweaters that I could wear again (sorry jumpers) and brightly colored leaves blowing in the wind around my feet. I still love fall. Watching the leaves change , the sense of a new beginning in the air even though there is no longer school for me; it still seems like a new start in a way. I love taking out the warmer clothes and the smells of heavier cooking and fireplaces that burn fragrant logs after the sun has gone down. Memories of hot apple cider with cinnamon and cloves also comes to mind, and just the warm comforts from coming in from cold weather into a warm house with lots of warm smells, tastes and textiles. Just some stream of consciousness about Autumn. By the way we called them gumball trees when they were green and held the chestnuts (conkers). Then they brown and broke open to reveal that perfectly hard and shellacked-looking nut inside. You can still find a vender or two with roasted chestnuts in the winter in NYC, just have to look hard enough. I love that smell, too. Hmm. I seem to be more about sounds and smells as I get older than sights and taste. For me, I think to when I was in high school when fall starts. I remember being excited about the new start and crisp clean new notebooks, and brand new pens and unsharpened pencils waiting for a fine point. I think of the sweaters that I could wear again (sorry jumpers) and brightly colored leaves blowing in the wind around my feet. I still love fall. Watching the leaves change , the sense of a new beginning in the air even though there is no longer school for me; it still seems like a new start in a way. I love taking out the warmer clothes and the smells of heavier cooking and fireplaces that burn fragrant logs after the sun has gone down. Memories of hot apple cider with cinnamon and cloves also comes to mind, and just the warm comforts from coming in from cold weather into a warm house with lots of warm smells, tastes and textiles. Just some stream of consciousness about Autumn.
By the way we called them gumball trees when they were green and held the chestnuts (conkers). Then they brown and broke open to reveal that perfectly hard and shellacked-looking nut inside. You can still find a vender or two with roasted chestnuts in the winter in NYC, just have to look hard enough. I love that smell, too.
Hmm. I seem to be more about sounds and smells as I get older than sights and taste.

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