"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once."

- Albert Einstein



" Time flies like a goose. Fruit flies like a beer."

- Jeff Gibson



I am putting my quote below that of a genius, hoping some of it will rub off on me. So far no luck - I guess it's only been a few minutes though.



Oh sure, I know that fruit flies like a banana, but they also like beer. I found that out at the Anchor Pub.



Time is strange and attracts physicist's, who maybe are a little bit strange themselves. All I know, is that I have some time management problems and have never taken a physics course in all my schooling. Based on what I've read though, I'm not sure a course would've helped me too much in timing , but I think the above Einstein quote might have, If I'd heard it several decades ago. New habits can be created, given a bit of time.



Yup, time is strange. Some say it's an illusion. Illusion or not, one aspect of time I really enjoy are the seasons, the annual seasons of Earth. I think of it as sort of a remedial program for those of us that might have missed things in the time that supposedly went by in past years. And some of us need repeated lessons, year after year, in order to learn much of anything. I always look forward to the opportunity, but when the natural event happens, you must be present in the moment to enjoy it. What if you're nature friends come by and knock on the door of your awareness, and nobody is home? Time don't wait - its sorta funny that way. Luckily for imperfect naturalists, we get the renewed opportunities of the seasons.



Walking my (wife's) dog around Everett on wednesday night , I heard the first Snow Geese fly over my neighborhood, up in the dark and clouds. Yesterday (10/4) I heard and saw about 200 Snow Geese over the north end of Snohomish, headed to the valley.It's Snow Goose time!



Checking the status of the Bald-faced Hornet nest in Snohomish, which I found out about the hard way on 8/1, I was surprised to see it clearly. Up in the top of a tall thuja hedge I was pruning, it was invisible in August, but now has grown into a basketball sized exhibit of wasp papermaking. I shook the tree they were in, poised to run, and seemingly they've flown the coop, so I can resume my pruning job. Having been stung already, I might wait a few more weeks, just in case.



Another charming Fall event, is the croaking of a few Pacific Chorus Frogs (will always be tree frogs to me). Rather than the big loud spring chorus of these little frogs, the fall event is of just a few croakers. New frogs giving their vocal chords a try for the first time? Older frogs keeping their sound equipment tuned before their winter sleep? I don't know. I do know that as the weather gets colder, the few remaining frog calls are stretched out into a long "b-r-r-a-a-a-k" until it's finally hibernation time. Happens every year! Check it out, if you can make the time.



Jeff Gibson

Tempus fugit

Everett Wa