Fuzzy little grey squirrel. What's he eating anyway? A nut? Sure. Nuts abound here in our neighborhood.
Fifty years ago, it used to be a walnut grove.
Walnut trees spring up in my flower pots all the time where some cute little squirrel has planted them. Sometimes jaccarunda trees too, with their little hard-shelled seed pods. Little gifts. Taking over my pots.
But they're sweet little things, aren't they? So fuzzy. And grey.
I feel sorry for them in the rain. I mean, out there in the miserable cold? Looking for that walnut they buried in one of my flower pots?
Cute Little Squirrel: Now...which one was it? No. Not that one. Not that one... Oh,wait! What's that? Yum! That looks tasty!
Bleckkkk! Phuttt!
Yes, that would be my phone line.
My phone has been out for almost a week now. My internet is sporadic at best, and works when the rain stops for a while. (Hence my absence on all of your blogs!) I would like to thank that fuzzy grey squirrel who lives in my bottlebrush tree for mistaking my phone line for a walnut. The poor phone repairman is supposed to show up today, in the middle of the worst rain storm in years, to fix my dead line.
The phone repairman and I would like to send a shout out to you, sweet little grey squirrel.
No, really. Thanks.
