Just popping in quickly to share a little squirrel love.
As in-*I love squirrels*- especially in the Fall. It must be all that gathering and storing away that makes them such a symbol of the season to me.
This fella has been the 'guardian of the dinner bell' for quite a few seasons now, and I grow fonder of him all the time.
You may or may not remember this guy. He came to visit early on in September.
He was sent off to my Grammie late last month to celebrate her birthday.
Before he left, he was cut out and given a stand and a new outfit.
He also had a bit of mail of his own to take with him. A good, long letter is the perfect way to pass the time in a mail truck.
And if you look closely, you can see he also took a hanky with him; especially useful if he caught this nasty cold before he left!
I've missed him, but I know he's off making friends in Seattle- and I've heard rumors that he may end up with a few new outfits as well. Not to mention, he always said he wanted to see the city.
Cheers!
*Noted* - when referring to loving squirrels, it is specified that said 'squirrels' are of the unreal and imagined variety; not the scraggly tailed, pesky rodents always digging up my garden or staring creepily through my bathroom window at me whenever I get out of the shower.
Grammie loves Digby! She told me just today she plans something special for him - when Papa gets the computer and printer working again.
ReplyDeleteLove that bell! They are naughtly little critters though, eating all the birdseed and trashing the birdfeeders.
ReplyDeleteThere is a crazy squirrel hopping about my backyard all the time and I'm sure digging in the garden as soon as I turn my head. Sometimes I bang on the window when I catch them in the vegetable garden up front. I agree the imagined squirrel is much better then the real
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