We have so been enjoying this cooler weather in Central Florida, just because, well, it's different, and it has inspired all kinds of fun outdoor adventures that are no further than our own backyard!
There is a rascally squirrel we believe lives in our tree out back and Momo and I have been plotting out how to lure him into friendship's grip. Leaving peanuts as offerings at the base of the trunk hasn't seemed to be doing it. Maybe food is too abundant in our Garden of Eden?
Momo decided to up our game and build him his own "squirrel hut," with wildfower decorations and my scrubby tomatoes that taste worse than they look. Where Momo goes, Isaac follows, so they spent the whole morning on their project.
Momo was spending an exorbitant amount of time on a sign for the hut that would read, "For Squirrels Only." She was so frustrated with it, she finally asked, "Can squirrels even READ?" She was serious.
Their efforts were in vain, the wily squirrel never showed up.
But the morning was well spent.