As I begin this blog entry, I’m staring out at the white heart-picket fence and the weeping willow tree branches are swaying in the rainy breeze… willow leaves cover the grass and puddles have formed in the wheel ruts of the lane… a squirrel just hopped out of the tire swing to make another nut run.
My thoughts are interrupted… and I begin to ponder: day after day the squirrels run back and forth — gathering and hoarding nuts for the winter. [...]








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