I live in a very old New England colonial-style home. Old as is built in 1780 old…
There are old stone walls surrounding my home, too… and I’m sure very lovingly created. These stone walls call for flowers and decorations, but to me they seem to best love Autumn’s bright orange baby pumpkins that I line up as far as the eye can see…
But it’s getting cold now here in New England and critters have begun to forage and store provisions for the long winter. I’ve seen many squirrel friends in particular, and yesterday I noticed that one of the baby pumpkins had been, well, chomped…
I had to smile at the industriousness and sheer fortitude of the squirrel who I’d seen scurrying about each time I opened my side door to my driveway.
But what made me laugh out loud this afternoon was the marking that this little critter left on the next pumpkin in line…
MORE PUMPKINS THIS WAY…
And I’m so delighted to have obliged!
