Everything on Claggett Street was beautiful today, beginning with a 36 degree morning and frost on the lawns.  I've made friends with a squirrel up the street.  I don't know if it likes me because it thinks I have something for it to eat, or if it is just wondering why I came back three times to a spot near its tree to get a picture of the little white flowers.  The last time I came back to the area the bee or wasp or whatever it was that was holding onto the white flower was gone... I was relieved to know it isn't dead.  The sqirrel is very much alive.