Howdy everyone! That crisp, early fall wind is hitting the spot today. I’ve been spending my evenings stalking the farm after hours, getting my much-needed daily dose of touching grass. Doctor’s orders. I highly recommend it right now, especially before those 30 degree days start to set in. The outdoor palette is starting to deepen. As the summer vegetation starts to die back, the horizon is underpainted with orange and yellow decay. I savor the early fall season and its colors. The more you pay attention, the more vivid everything gets. Death paints this season in a beautiful spectrum.
Anyways, grasshoppers keep hitting me in the face when I’m walking around outside. I’ve lived for twenty two years, and never have I been assaulted by orthopterans at this high of a rate. Is the population just higher than usual? Are they evolving aggression? The beginnings of a plot against the human race? Perhaps they’ve just gotten clumsier. I would love to know why they need to fly directly into my forehead, but I fear I will never understand.