I enjoy the colors that ferns turn towards the end of their reason. They shift from a middle green to neon green, bright yellow, and rusty brown. The forest floor explodes with color and texture as they crisp and wither. At first glance, my brain did not begin with that observation. I saw the ferns around the Quabbin Reservoir last weekend and my first thought was “This reminds me of Sprite”. I am not looking for a sponsor, nor am I promoting the beverage. I am just pointing out that sometimes I see something in my surrounding and my mind generations thoughts like “Hey, those ferns remind you of Sprite. Have fun thinking about how you came up with that on the ride home”.