We've got more snow accumulated today, which turns our surroundings into a graphic world of powder blue sky, black tree shapes, and shades of gray & white. Against the quiet starkness, what stands out anew are the busy little squirrels scurrying everywhere - no longer camouflaged, they're a riot to watch digging out giant walnuts still in their blackened husks, hauling them through tall dry grasses or up tree trunks, stuffing them into holes in stumps or gnawing them down on the spot. There are fat gray squirrels, a few black squirrels and smaller little red squirrels - which remind me of this painting by Grandma:
Grandma's handwriting on the back of this reads, "Painted by Harriet Shafer age 12" - this always hung prominently in her studio, I imagine it was a picture she was proud of.