Squirrel Food

Can you almost hear the rushing water in the background? The smell of campfire smoke on their clothes, sticky s'mores on their fingers? Do you need to know that they are climbing our planned community, association required yard tree that Greg curses weekly as he mows around it or that he finally attacked the thing with a machete and decimated all of its lower branches in a fit of pruning rage? No no. Let's focus on the really cute kids and the rustic wonder of a housing development. Happy weekend to you!