Pocket Hitchhikers – Autumn Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
by Robert Frost How many times have you come back from a walk and found your pockets full of little treasures of nature? It seems that some of us can’t help but pick up stones from the beach or conkers from the woodland, small tactile pieces of natu