I love when morning opens gently. Though it is cold outside and the snow has turned icy, the garden is alive with activity for my viewing pleasure. This little fellow and his cohorts have eaten just about every seed I have placed out for all the wards to partake of for survival. That is one thing about squirrels,they eat and eat.
A brave one came to the window and looked in....are you home?
Today I feel centered in my being and he simply amuses me. I drink my coffee slowly knowing shortly I will answer his pleas and place out some peanuts that he doesn't know that I have stashed away.
It will be an empty day for doing nothing but puttering. A day to be savored with just myself.
I like days like that. Not the same as puttering in the garden, but things need tidying up and tending to and weeding inside as well. But for now let the sun pour in and make me glad.
