Part of me living my best life is spending as much time as possible outside — running and walking and looking around. But I’m always torn about whether I want to explore and forge new paths or practice the ritual of repetition.

In the plus-one column for the latter is the chance to notice the seasonal — sometimes daily! — changes to the soil and water, flora and fauna. This is what surprised and delighted me this morning:

Haiku 12, 2026

Tender scalloped scoops
Ear horns appear overnight,
listen for secrets