These curious things caught my eye on on this brilliantly sunny but cold - almost frosty - morning and for a moment I couldn't think what they were. Some exciting new tiny beetle? Or vast moth eggs? It took a closer look to recognise the seeds of Honesty gleaming like gold as they nest in half of their 'silver dollar' pod. More of my regular material for sermons there.
Soon they were joined on the lichen-covered Oxfordshire stone wall by this sleepyhead: a Flounced Rustic looking like a Glastonbury festivalgoer curled up in his or her travelling rug brought back from gap year adventures abroad. Here it is again, this time as a contemplative member of the Jedi Council in Star Wars.