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We’ve only made it into the 70s a thimbleful of times this spring, yet there seems to be an epidemic of hot squirrel bellies in the neighborhood.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked out the window and spotted one of the beasts cooling his undersides on my raised bed pavers.
If we have a hot summer, I may have to invest in little lounge tables and hire some chipmunks to serve umbrella drinks.
