Today was my annual "sit under a tree and watch squirrels" afternoon. It wasn't long enough, because I had to pick up Sarah from school, but still so enjoyable.
This was my favorite tree. It had beautiful feathery leaves, interesting-looking green balls, and bark that looked like it had been scratched by bears' claws. The whole thing smelled like pine, which made me think of Colorado, so I hovered under it a long time.
There were no squirrels around it though, so I moved my little camp to a clump of oak trees where the squirrels were scurrying and burying. I set out some nuts for them on my blanket, but nobody was brave enough to come to my blanket, so I tossed some nuts to them. I didn't actually read that book while I was there (although it is a great book, and I highly recommend it), nor did I really intend to. I just keep a book nearby so I can pretend to read and look normal if people come around. People tend to call the cops if they see someone lying under a tree, tossing nuts to squirrels, and watching leaves fall, which is really what I like to do. But sitting under a tree and reading a book is socially acceptable behavior.
I was hungry, and those nuts started looking good to me, so I ate a few. The squirrels still had plenty.
I made a nice pillow out of pine needles.
This cute little squirrel looks like he's modestly covering his nipples. I love squirrels. I could watch them all day, busy at their tasks.
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