the blue eyed squirrel

the eye caught the reflection of the dish so well, at first glance, I thought it was blue.

catching the last bit of sun

She sure is a Bonnie lass

Bonnie matches the rug so well.

Ivy wrapped in fur, twice

reflections in cobalt blue

flowers that look like tissue paper

St. Francis in the garden

hydrangea & glass

sits be the window

Yoda’s lessons to his young fish

You cannot try to swim…”Do or do not…there is no try”

terrible table manners, Mr. Squirrel