November has a way of turning every day into an improvised obstacle course. You start the morning with a plan—simple, linear, achievable. And then suddenly you’re vaulting over school emails, leaping around rescheduled appointments, and dodging the relentless notifications that somehow always arrive at the exact wrong moment.

It’s not just busy. It’s parkour.The untrained, mildly chaotic kind.

And yet—this is also the time of year when nature is quietly doing its own kind of parkour, too. The squirrels in our yard have reached peak acrobat mode, launching themselves across branches like tiny woodland stunt doubles. They’re quick, nimble, determined…and absolutely forgetful.

Researchers estimate that squirrels forget a significant portion of the nuts they bury—little pockets of intention scattered everywhere. But here’s the surprising part: the things they lose end up becoming the forests we later walk through. Their forgetfulness turns into renewal. Their misplaced acorns become maples and oaks. Their “oops” moments become canopy.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that.

Because every November, I find myself misplacing things—keys, earbuds, my sense of time, sometimes my entire train of thought. Just trying not to do a face plant into the holidays.