Squirrels

My mom's thoughts and memories had a slightly negative tone this morning. After watching the dogs chase squirrels she said, "Do you think they'd scratch our hands? Or try to kill us?" Then she talked about how often her brother got slapped as a child, "sometimes right before bed." But then, thank goodness, we saw a little girl to distract her, and we spent a bit of time on the bridge--my mom handing the little girl big leaves to drop through the slats to the creek below.