There’s a morning chill in the air that brings on thoughts of autumn. A sort of biting crispness that makes me smile. My favorite of the seasons approaches. Quickly now, it seems. Jackets (I’m already donning my orange PrAna sweater), pumpkin everything, hot spiced teas, blankets on the bed, migratory birds, frost, hearty soups, quieter days, changing foliage. Everything is already fading from green into a brownscale in anticipation of reds and oranges leading into white and bare.
In other news, just when I thought I was going to make it a full week at work without crying, yesterday happened. I worked with Carrie and once again fell victim to her contagious hilarity. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? I can honestly say yesterday. And last week. And the week before that. And so on. Laugh imitations, bad jokes, strange pantomimes with raised eyebrows, it doesn’t take much.
And in yet other news, I’m working at the nature center today. And so I took my morning walk around the fen and isles. And, binocularless, I saw and identified my first chestnut-backed chickadee; in fact, there was a whole banditry!
And now in yet more other news, it’s my Friday! But it’s looking to be another weekend spent not in the high country due to the Rim Fire and its smoky conditions and current closures in the park that I don’t want to risk expanding and cutting off my easiest route home (1.5 hr drive becoming an 8 hr drive? ick.). But fun can still be had at lower elevations!