The mornings are cooler, and the squirrels are busy gathering acorns for the months ahead. I watch them bury their treasures beneath the foliage, returning to check that each one is still safely in place. Their small preparations always make me smile. Something so monumental to them almost goes unnoticed, even in abundance. Little tree seeds, and yet, on closer inspection, they look like fall gourds—quietly welcoming the start of autumn. There is abundance for those who need it, and within it, the quiet possibility of future growth ahead.
