I walk by this gorgeous sunflower every morning and always wonder why the squirrels haven't ripped it to shreds, like they would in our yard. Are the critters better behaved on the fancy side of the hill? I still make the same 2-mile loop headed east, although sometimes I vary the blocks a bit.
It's just easier these days, not having to think much. There's nowhere to go anyway, so might as well be a hamster on a wheel. And I actually enjoy observing the same yards, as the seasons have changed from cherry blossom and tulips, through the long progression of pretty summer flowers and now into fall.
Over six months of this same pandemic lifestyle. How is that possible?
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