Someone's Got to Dig it.

Hole.

Last year the deer ate every flower and hopeful bud in the garden. This year, I scoured books and garden centers for every deer resistant flower I could find and planted them, as bulbs, in hopeful anticipation of the spring bloom. Yesterday, I came home to find that the squirrels, eager for a lightening of their fall work load, had emptied every hole, cast aside my precious bulbs, and replaced them with hazelnuts. I suppose someone has to dig the hole.

In Consideration of Fall

Squirrel.

Though summer is still burning, the return of children to school and the hardy work of the backyard squirrels turns my mind towards fall.  I find myself in consideration of the consequences of the previous months; a weighing of my progress towards my goals and obligations. I sympathize with the squirrels, hastened in their work by the knowledge of limited days.  I feel the pressure of my own harvest, the enormity of the tasks ahead of me. I worry.  I wonder if I will know when it is good enough, when I can shutter the windows and bed into winter. The squirrels look as if they will continue until the frost.  I suppose then, that I shall too.

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