Red Squirrel Musings

Christine was a Hello person—not a Good-bye person. She wanted people to remember her for the way she had lived. How do you remember her?

I found them marching up the wall, under cabinets, inside equipment and even in the microwave. I couldn’t find where they had entered which frustrated me even more.

Every morning I greeted the animals in the barns with hearty good mornings and told them how beautiful they all were.

I’m once again drawn into the false hope that maybe, just maybe, a plant will grow and produce bountiful proportions of vegetables.

Do you have a barn? Does it have history? Tell me about it!

The arrival of the red-winged black bird also signals the changing season.

I hope you will all take the time to slow down. In life and on the road.

My dog insists on sleeping in the driver’s seat and we have a serious discussion about who’s driving.

“You, you of all people, Miss I’ve-got-to-change-my-clothes… at the slightest blemish and everything has to be matching?”

Slowly my brain started asking questions like, so who’s making the noise down there then?

What is it about the country that evokes the most unbelievable deep sleeps, dreams and early morning rises?

Today is the first day I am able to think of nothing else but trees, birds, blue skies and my dog.