Seasons
What is it about the change in seasons that makes me rush to fix longstanding problems? Broken front porch light. Exhaust for the Jeep. Gas cap for the Jeep - I'm still waiting for that engine light on the dash to go off. I'm not ready to dig out snow shovels or winter boots, but judging by the load of berries on the Mountain Ash trees, it may not be long. As the seasons change I get anxious to put things right. Just like squirrels rush to put away as many seeds as they can, just as mice rush to fluff their nests. I'm a mammal, too. I just wish I could sleep the winters away like the bears.

