September 20, 2021

My Wind in the Willows moment this morning:

I glanced down at one point on my walk and saw a charcoal gray mole at my feet. Mole was in the process of hopping from the sidewalk onto the street, so with my shoe and the feather I'd picked up earlier, I tried to usher him back up onto the curb and then the adjacent lawn. Mole evidently had an errand he was intent on completing, however, as he eluded my efforts and skittered out into the street. Perhaps Toad is up to no good again? In any case, I followed Mole across and hurried him, with success, onto the opposite curb and under a drift of fallen leaves. I then wished him well and continued on my way.