A Golden Anniversary in a Season of Gold
Which is to say, this is the 50th issue.
Here in the north, we are past the equinox, our sun dipping, seemingly flagging in energy as winter approaches and the world turns onward. The forest is a riot of colour, the morningstar-spiked green balls of sweet chestnut hitting the ground hard, rolling downhill, until they come to rest in a deep bank of their fellows. The nuts are powerful enough in our history and thought to have their own colour: chestnut brown. Fungi push up as the chestnuts fall, here a slender parasol (Macrolepiota mastoidea), there a yellow coral fungus (Ramaria flava).