That damn groundhog would not last fifteen minutes around here and why do we let a rodent living two states away decide when winter is over? They are sneaky fat over-sized squirrels that wait until you are not looking and walk right into your garden and pig out until you come home. Then off they go, waddling away, praying you don’t have your shotgun handy. Sorry, I am still bitter from last year but this year will be different. I am building a wall. You watch. Somebody from the west coast will scream that it is unlawful to keep groundhogs out, and we will all be groundhogs for awhile. Pictures everywhere of cute groundhog families dying from starvation because they can’t get through the fence and get to my food. My food. IT’S MY FOOD.

Sorry. I don’t know where that came from. This was going to be a lighthearted  blog about spending part of each day looking to the east from my sun room but somebody had to see their shadow. The waiting game continues.