Feb. 1, 2013 – Good morning, February – the month of love, and celebrity hungry groundhogs. I loved a groundhog once. We met one day when he poked his head up from the tunnel he had burrowed not far from our run. We said hello to each other with our eyes, as I do not speak groundhog and he did not speak chicken. It was a deep love that stayed with me the entire day. He has since moved on. Mom fell into the tunnel hole and then planted a tree in its place. I think of my groundhog every now and again.
Okay. This was good. I’m off to Violet’s to play cards.