This morning I was having my second cup of tea while sitting on the steps of the front porch.
The mailman was walking my way, and I realized I didn’t have an oatmeal cranberry cookie to share with him, so I brushed off a small spot behind the bannister and laid my cookie there, out of sight.
It seemed like the polite thing to do, and while a few times I have made my home-baked cookies as a gift, this one was storebought and I have started to watch my diet, and I was being a bit selfish about this cookie, selected for its nutritious content.
And I didn’t want to get up and go back inside the house just as he got to this delivery.
Meanwhile, he came along, handed me a couple envelopes, we exchanged pleasantries about nice weather, then he went on his way.
I turned to retrieve the 2/3 cookie, the one cookie I will allow myself today.
From the corner of my eye, I spied a squirrel sneaking up behind me! Not even 10 inches away—I could have patted his head.
Now that he’d been spotted, he bounded forward and snatched up the cookie, and scampered off to a branch of the bush next to the porch!
Well, dear me.
It seems I had to give away my cookie after all.
as if there aren’t enough acorns dropping from the oak tree
~~love and Huggs, Diane