A series of illustrations to honour the horse chestnut fairy. Hurling sticks into tall branches to knock out conkers was a favourite past time for me growing up, but as soon as i read the following poem, i waited for them to drop naturally.....

My conkers, they are shiny things,

And things of mighty joy,

And they are like the wealth of kings

To every little boy;

I see the upturned face of each

Who stands around the tree:

He sees his treasure out of reach,

But does not notice me.

For love of conkers bright and brown,

He pelts the tree all day;

With stones and sticks he knocks them down,

And thinks it jolly play.

But sometimes I, the elf, am hit

Until I’m black and blue;

O laddies, only wait a bit,

I’ll shake them down to you!

~Cicely Mary Barker-Flower Fairies

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