When the Squirrel Thoughts Come, Find a Quiet Corner
I’m sitting in the shady corner of the porch. The leaves on the trees are still lush and green providing a natural awning from the surrounding windows. It’s sunny and bright but the air is cleanly cool, not bracing. There is no subtle foreboding that soon all will be naked and barren. It’s just a perfect September morning. A brown-grey blur suddenly bolts from the hedge. The squirrel skitters around the base of the Sycamore Read more







