The last of the apples fell in the night and found this resting place in a distant corner of my garden among frozen leaves. The few other surviving apples of autumn were victims of the the first winter winds a few days ago. Most have already been savaged by grey squirrels. For the moment this ones remains intact, a reminder that all things being impermanent we should enjoy the present moment. There’s no color quite like it. Tomorrow it will be duller than today and next week gone altogether. Now is now.
The squirrels however will live on, long after I too have gone and all of us perhaps. Last week, turning from a side-road into Oxford University Parks, I was astonished to see eleven of them at once, hunting about in their eager way for the final spoils of Autumn and rushing off to lay down their supplies for winter. Squirrels get a bad press, this brief account of them from Nottinghamshire Wildlife Trust explains why. They’re carrier of the disease that has all-but wiped out their hapless rival, the frailer red squirrel. Not unlike the way us Homo sapiens zapped the Neanderthals and all our other human forbears. Which may be a kind of warning, since we too may already be the last of the apples fallen among frozen leaves. We just don’t know it yet!