Thursday, January 12, 2012

Out my window

I have a very large, very ancient oak tree in my back yard - I can almost touch it from my kitchen window. While washing dishes cooking drinking my coffee, I watch the riotous antics of a squirrel family who uses our tree as their personal jungle gym. They run up and down the limbs, and jump from branches to the roof of our house. It is kitty porn at it's finest.

As I looked out the window this morning, I was confused. With the sun shining, I thought it was summer. Apparently so did this squirrel, who was munching on an acorn:

Winter, I miss you. But I certainly don't mind that summer has hung around for a while.

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