Waiting... for Winter

Do you see him?

Look closer... between the oak branches, pine needles and the sticks of poison oak. There, only feet from where I stood... this beauty creature and I had a moment.

 This squirrel was extremely busy finding places to hide its pine nut.
 At first, he didn't even notice me inching up on him.
 And then he did.

I think this is where the expression, "turn tail and run.", came from.

But, before he ran he stopped, dug a small hole and dropped the nut into the ground covering it with the scatterings of the forest floor.

I hope he finds this little nut when he needs it.

How does he remember where to look? 
One small pine nut in this huge forest.

I suppose if he forgets where he left it that's OK,
 because it will just grow into another Pine tree. 

What an amazingly efficient arrangement nature has with those who choose to follow her path. 

How man seems to struggle making everything 
different, better, more intelligent.

Is there always a better, more efficient way...or does man interfere with the natural order of things?

Is there a compromise?... a truth here?

Do we plant the seeds of understanding  and become confused as to where we left them?

Does the earth take care of itself over time?

Are we all... Waiting for Godot?