Morning With the Squirrel

9:30 a.m. Our house. My daughter and I sit on the loveseat in front of the big window. We notice the squirrel on the front lawn. The fun begins.

We watch the squirrel find things to eat and then stand up, in that delightfully anthropomorphic way, to eat them. We watch him climb our big sugar maple and, because the branches are still bare, we can follow his every move, from branch to branch, jumping, higher and higher. We watch him reach his nest at the tippy-top and say “Aww . . .”

Then he’s on the move again. He shapes his body into that pretty little arch when he jumps. He skitters under a parked car as he crosses the street. We sit together, giggling and pointing. He’s way better than TV. He’s live entertainment, and we have great seats for the show.

Thank you, God, for the squirrel and the girl and the window and the yard. Thank you for this morning.


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    Karen said,

    LOVE this post!

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