As I pulled into the driveway this afternoon, I saw a squirrel. She was sitting in a nook at the base of a tree, safe from the rain. In her wee paws was one of the biggest white mushrooms I’ve seen. The circumference of the cap was at least three times her body’s and the length from cap to stem was about half her length. You could tell by the look in her eye as she nibbled away, that is was the best day of her life — sitting, listening to the soft pitter-pat of the rain, the source of her happiness in loving embrace.