Most of what I write about here has already occurred, a trip or an experience I have had, and, therefore, photographs have been taken organically. When an image is needed, I will figure out what that is, often asking my husband for assistance as documented in the story, “From Hubby To Business.”
Then there are the times when you, I don’t know, throw some apples in the yard because you just don’t care for them, a few hours later, Mister Rain goes out back only to find what he captured in the top photo. A squirrel, no doubt. Another apple lay on the brick path near our detached garage. Same squirrel? Maybe. But definitely a different apple.
In this current age of carefully curated content, it is the unexpected events that remain the most precious. And fun. I am a planner, but even I wholeheartedly appreciate an impromptu event. We have lived in our home for three decades, having shared a running joke about “Mr. Squirrel” eating all the bird food we put in various feeders around the property. Obviously, it has not been the same nut and seed lover the past 30 years, but we use the moniker for the squirrel du jour. My husband grumbles, I reply, “Squirrels are god’s creatures, too.”
Mr. Squirrel may have received a gift from me in the form of fruit at odds with my taste buds, but I also was given a present: a reminder that what happens between the calendar and the to do list is often that story that even a blind writer will find.
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