Spotted this on my morning walk. Can you believe it? October 31st and this little guy is ignoring ALL the winter signs and heading straight UP. Can you see the tiny green spec in the lower left hand of the second photo? Talk about optimism...or stupidity...or perseverance? Or, as James Russell Lowell said in "What is so Rare as a Day in June" ( a very long poem that my grandmom taught me at the age of 4!?!): Every clod feels a stir of might, an instinct within it that reaches and towers, and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
But it's almost NOVEMBER little guy...
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