Time for one of my posts to remind folks that life is good, nay, even gorgeous, if we only take the time to see it.
Spring here in southern Virginia, as I pack up my house. My neighborhood squirrels are in the process of deciding who should have the honor of siring the next generation. Lots of chasing, lots of escaping, lots and lots of squirrel cavorting.
My backyard squirrel is Rogue, JR. He inherited the space from Rogue, a truly amazing adult squirrel who had the birdseed steal down pat, but who unfortunately succumbed to something a few years ago.
My backyard is pretty basic and ugly. Very overgrown and super messy, with trees that cover everything. The leasing company
doesn't take care of it,and I haven't done much this year since I am
leaving. But, right now, the sun in the east in being filtered green and gold through new-growth leaves, with beams falling carelessly
across the ground, highlighting a red trashcan. The light shall move on, if I watch long enough, and instead caress dead leaves and new-grown grass.
It's nice!
Post Edited (Myself 09) : 5/10/2013 8:02:13 AM (GMT-6)