This was my reaction when I heard that Mr. FluffyPants didn't see his shadow this morning.
One must wonder if ol' Phil doesn't get a bit tired of being dragged out of bed early on February 2nd, only to be assaulted in front of a large group of people before he even had time for morning coffee. I certainly would be a bit curmudgeonly.
I have found myself piled on the sofa today, surrounded by stacks of gardening magazines and seed catalogs. The pile keeps growing, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the stacks are breeding like rabbits. Certainly, I haven't made a dent in them at all.
As I flip the pages, I have an idea buzzing around my head like a busy Spring bee: should we rip out the raised beds and go full tilt on a huge garden? Methinks that it might be time. It certainly would be alot more work, particularly since the soil isn't ideal. We'd need to truck in some really good nursery soil to get started and then work hard on amending it every year with overplanting and compost. Given the list of things we'd like to plant, we may not have a choice but to do this.
But like fine honey, this idea needs more time.
Whenever I see a picture of that poor groundhog I've wondered if he's ever sunk his teeth into a hand of the intruder who has disturbed his rest. I wouldn't be surprised or shocked if he did. Perhaps groundhogs are gentle creatures like koalas. THREE MORE DAYS...
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