Waste not, want not -
Here’s the story . . .
The day before we left on our wonderful trip in September to North Carolina, I bought some green grapes to snack on, but in all the excitement that was going on here, I forgot to put them in the cooler to take with us. When we returned, it was time for Pete’s surgery, and the grapes were forgotten again. By the time I discovered them they were past their prime for our consumption, but thought the squirrels might enjoy them.
I placed a handful in Betty’s blue bowl and it wasn’t long before the squirrels found them. Granted, squirrels are sometimes little pests in the bird feeders and destroyers of orchids, but my heart softened as I sat on the sidelines, enjoying every minute of watching them with this sweet treat.
It was so much fun that I bought some red grapes and gave it another try.
little tongue . . .
grape almost as big as his head . . .
I've got to carry it somehow . . .
open wide . . .
I thought this one looked like he was taunting me, saying, "Mine! I dare you to try and take it from me."
