Today is more drama than garden, but it takes place in the front garden nonetheless. The changes in the garden are a backdrop to the developing suspense.
The colder nights have nipped the impatience in their pots and the leaves are drooping, though the flowers themselves are doing their best to stay upright and in bloom.
There is evidence of fall everywhere in the yellow and brown leaves strewn about the front lawn and onto the walkway. The grass isn't as green and lush anymore.
Dante immediately hustled over to sniff out the remaining evidence of alien invasion. He stuck his own nose in the dish and breathed in every inch of squirrelly essence.
"Maybe if I look de udder way he'll disappear!" thinks the squirrel, ever-hopefully.
Dante seems to be thinking the very same thing.
But no! A quick check back confirms the squirrel's deepest fears.
Then, they both hunker down for a face-off, but neither will concede a millimeter!
In another instant, the squirrel just dashes away, as Dante stares after him.
"He sure is fast!", remarks Dante.
And in yet another instant, the wily little creature appears on the opposite side. He has circled completely around, hoping to catch The Guardian off-guard.
Dante follows him and repositions himself at the bottom of the tree.
"I see yoo up dere!", he shouts.
"I guess dat's fair", admits Dante, as the two amicably arrive at a Peace TREEty!
And they both lived happily eFUR after...
... but only in your dreams!