The hummingbirds took off a month ago, and there is still food in my feeders that are still hanging. They sit above patio furniture open for anyone who wants to sit in thirteen degree weather, amongst pots filled with summer flowers crispy from their demise, and purple mums I bought and never gave home to. I hung Christmas lights on my front porch for Halloween, a bat signal for trick or treaters, and took them down the next morning. I have been meaning to tend to all of this, I really have, but I find myself writing and hiking and getting lost in thought far more often. For me, most days lately, self-acceptance looks like high-fiving the part of myself that will never have this shit done on time, looking at my list on any given day and cutting it in half knowing that I move way slower this time of year, and going for another walk. Sometimes meeting ourselves in our good intentions is enough. ❄️🫧