This is where I wish for a fancy camera so you can admire the beautiful details of the fresh fallen acorn rather than my square built hand. 17th August is a memorial day for me. So the bible verse “To all who mourn in Israel he will give a crown of beauty for ashes/a joyous blessing instead of mourning/festive praise instead of despair/In their righteousness they will be like great oaks/that the Lord has planted for his own glory” (Isaiah 61) has been a delight many times in my life. And today walking back from collecting chocolate for me and a colleague, I saw the green acorn and remembered. It’s a good reason to squirrel bible away because it comes back, apt, green and freshly minted when needed. Writing helped too, far too diamond sharp to share on a blog. Enough to say that two years later I still hear my dear friend say “put some socks on” when, like tonight I complain my feet are freezing and I’m barefoot. It seems apt too, for the season at work. Despair is not a place I want to go to even if festive praise sounds a bit too Christmassy and celebrative!