it's called FALL.

birch trees are jerks.
did you know that?
well, you do now...
it's true.
there are just SO many reasons why they aren't invited.
their bark peels off,
those wormy-lookin' flower-seeds are gross,
they have the worst wood for fires,
because it's always in a big hurry to burn up,
and yeah, sure, it lights fast,
but it dies out and cools off even faster.
lame!
and i'll agree that pioneer species are important for fixing nitrogen into the soil...
but only so bigger burlier better trees can show up and take over.
that's not why they're jerks, though, neighbors.
this is:

see why they aren't invited?
they can't hang out.
i mean it.
the first scary autumn gusts of the season;
the windy blistery blustery bustedness of the equinox;
the answers and the changes blew in,
and birchy b over here took a sh!t-salad swan-dive .
weak!
i hate the wind, too, but c'mon, kids-
this guy up and quits in the dark hours of the early evening,
at the onset of a seasonal blast of fast moving air,
right onto the powerlines?
uncool.
that meant that not only was it dark and windy,
but linemen got to peek in all my upstairs windows
while they reconnected all the snapped poles and disconnected cables.
mmhmmm.
bobby birch up there took the juice out all the way to the transformers
around the corner and down the street.
nice job, jerk.
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so,
it's fall, now.
and i guess that's something.
the time for pumpkins and apples and all good things is upon us.
my favorite.
mostly because it's the shortest season up here.
the segue into winter is brutally abrupt,
and the rapture of rupturing weather patterns gets old almost immediately.
but for the next three weeks,
everything is expert outside,
and for that,
i am excited;
never quiet, never soft.....