Thursday, February 9, 2012


Our groundhog didn't stick his head out of the ground, despite the warming lure of spring-like temps. We went out for a winter picnic. We've done this before (in the before), layered in scarves and hats and heavy coats. But this time around, it was hard to believe it was winter. Short sleeves. Sunshine. I wanted to open windows. I didn't.

Winter picnic: basket with juice boxes, sandwiches, chips and fruit. Cloth napkins because they don't blow away in breezes. Tablecloth on a picnic table. Lots of outdoor play.

When the groundhog "in the know" determined six more weeks of winter, I wondered, "When was there ever not six more weeks of winter?"

Used this grace period to get a head-start on pulling weeds and raking the last of fall leaves.

This is what I woke to this morning. 

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