The resemblance is “chalking” isn’t it??!!

What a fantastic weather day we had and I was out bright and early to enjoy it. This is the last weekend in July, and, happily the last weekend that I will spend in the basement working, because, with any luck, come Sunday evening I am done!

I won’t promise the basement will make the glossy pages of “House Beautiful”, nor will it pass muster with Martha Stewart, but I shall no longer cringe when I have to take someone downstairs.

Meanwhile, I have gotten re-acquainted with every item of clothing and footwear downstairs and revisited all the Rubbermaid tubs filled with “retirement stuff” (much of it squirreled away before the internet came around). It’s been a monumental task for sure.

So, this morning, as I went tripping off to the Park, a Ziploc bag brimming with peanuts at my side, I took in the peace and solitude of the neighborhoods that I traveled through. I enjoyed the male and female cardinal tweeting to one another and all the delightful birdsong along the way. I smiled when I heard the fast-pecking noise of the pesky woodpeckers that were drilling holes into a tree, or two ... or three. All these morning sounds were certainly noticeable, the result of windows being opened to invite in the refreshing air, and the hum of A/C units being non-existent for a change.

At the Park, where many others who frequent the perimeter pathway consider me a “squirrel magnet”, I stopped to chat about the glorious weather to several walkers. Of course, if I pause longer than a few minutes in close proximity to the blue metal park bench, and do so without opening up my bag of peanuts, that one squirrel (my personal favorite), will come nosing around my feet and looking up at me with plaintive eyes. Yes, it makes you chuckle, and ... yes, it is just like when your child, or a beloved pet, wants attention and cannot wait a minute longer ‘til you are finished doing something. “Pay attention to me now!” is what he seems to say. “Okay already!” is what I want to say, and sometimes do. Oh, all right ... I admit that I’m such a soft touch sometimes.

But, there are others, not just me, that delight in, and are enamored by, the squirrel who likes to frequent the blue metal bench, as this chalk rendition of my little furry friend appeared on the perimeter path right across from the same bench. I’m sure that you, just like me, recognize the “chalking” resemblance to this little guy.

I love seeing children’s chalk-art drawings. It takes me back to some school projects done in elementary school, which now repose in an old scrapbook at the bottom of a closet. Those neatly lettered and carefully crayoned “stories” as only a child can tell them will be dug out one day and digitized to be displayed in this forum. (Well, aren’t you all lucky.)

Hmm - perhaps that should be my next project (after I clean out the car, then the garage, plus pull weeds). On second thought, that sounds like a good Winter project to me ... hunkering down in the house while the snow is softly falling outside, and remembering, then recounting, a wonderfully simpler time.

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