A hodgepodge of happy places, including time out in the first spring moss pale greens and wispy willows along Indian Creek. C and I stalked mussels here last August. We kicked off dirty sandals and followed their trails in the sand/mud. We crowed with savage delight when we happened upon the big guys. This was in deep summer, when those yellow greens surrounding us these days were at their sultriest jade.
Time at the creek is also a reminder of 6 gorgeous months with this stone-skipper.
On a less sentimental note, squirrels have moved in big time on Z street and I am obsessed. The saga goes like this: Last week, I noticed one little guy seemed to have taken up residence in this pillar on my porch. He’d dart in the hole each time I walked out the front door, curling around the corner so his tail stuck out one entrance while his beady little eyes watched me from the other.
This was good enough. I’ve been a squirrel-watcher for about 22 years and their antics don’t get old. But TODAY, oh my. I walked out again to check on my buddy and found at least five critters in all states of activity around the banister — climbing up, running around, darting in and out, or, in the case of maybe the chubbiest squirrel ever, just lying on the rail disregarding all perceived threats while his little friends went crazy.
They all (except for the big one who does not care) retreated inside when I stepped out and gasped with joy. I have chairs set up ready for observation. It’s going to be a fantastic summer, folks.
With activities like this right outside my front door, being able to bike to the market for Sunday morning croissants and macarons is almost too much of a good thing. I’m in powdered sugar, goofy rodent heaven right now. The forecast says possible snow Thursday, and like Big Squirr, I don’t even care.