A little MissouREE wine can’t hurt either…Right? Some Babybel cheese. Hickory scented smoke curls around us. Boot and jeans weather too! We shared the afternoon with the Nuthatches. Their little faces remind me of tiny mimes but there is nothing silent about them as they “YakYaKYAK” and work the bark over on the Oaks. We can hear their birdie feet up and down the tree, their beakers stuffing sunflower hearts under the bark.
Hundreds of Autumn colored leaves let go their tight grip they had all summer and let themselves do a leafy version of a faceplant all around us on a perfect peaceful first day of November. I was a little envious of their carefree “letting go” and their whirly twirly dance to the ground.