Pet the squirrel.
I had not even finished writing this morning’s blog when my mother called. She needed me to walk her dog. Dad wasn’t home and they always walked her around eleven. I had a little over ten minutes and I had as yet to get dressed. I told my mother that I would be there as close to eleven as possible. I finished the sentence I was working on and went to get dressed. I made it down there at eleven and got the collar and leash on the dog and we strolled outside. A journey around the yard and back and she had taken care of her needs.
I took the dog back inside and spoke with mom for a while. She asked about the garden but I told her I had not put my contacts in and her dog wouldn’t go close enough to the garden for me to see. When I finished talking with mom I walked down to the garden and saw that it actually looked pretty good considering. So..maybe.
When dad got home I was sitting here staring out the window. I felt that at that moment, I needed to take a hike. I had to go pet the squirrel.
I grabbed my cameras and my phone. I dug out my bear repellent and pocket knife and made ready to go. I even went so far as to put my contacts in so I could see better where I was going. I also remembered my orange.
There is a difference in everything about the woods in Autumn. Not only in the fact that the leaves have gone from greens to so many different colors and variations of colors, and that it is so much cooler in temperature. There is a difference in the feel, the emotions within the woods. It gives you the impression that the woods have taken on an entirely different mood as it prepares for the coming winter.
I walked, I enjoyed, I absorbed the peace of the woods behind my house. I took a lot of photos. I didn’t physically pet a squirrel, but I took advantage of the moment. I got up from my chair and I walked. I found balance. I also watched a squirrel as it ran up a tree to stop and stare down at me as if daring me to just try and get close enough to pet anything.
Words from The Dirt Road 
Oh Rebecca, your yard is gorgeous. I thought it funny that I just read your post about the wind and this one you talk about a squirrel. It was so windy here last week, our squirrel visitor got blown off of our fence. He was fine but I thought that must be a pretty bad wind when it blows squirrels over. 🥺
I watch the squirrel here and am amazed at how they hang onto the limbs and don’t come crashing down. But yes, I do believe that had to be a strong wind..glad it was okay though.
Me too! We have been keeping him in peanuts and sunflower seeds since spring. Squirrels are so cute. 💞
When my grandfather was alive he built a feeding station for his squirrels. He kept corn and seed for them and no one better mess with his squirrel.
Lol. Our grandson Dom was so excited to make friends with our squirrel. 💞