There were two squirrels in the garden today, seeming to be a youngster and a parent. My picture is a bit blurry as they were scampering about and wouldn’t stay still for a photo!

I came across the following words from John Muir today and loved them, especially the last ones, ‘each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.’
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
   John Muir, also known as “John of the Mountains” and “Father of the National Parks”, was a Scottish-born American naturalist, author, environmental philosopher, botanist, zoologist, glaciologist, and early advocate for the preservation of wilderness in the United States. (From Wikipedia)

When we were in the churchyard in Helston the other day, I noticed, and was rather taken with, this chubby little cherub sitting and snoozing or contemplating for all time.