First a big "Thankya" to Gary for his comment on last weeks post. How much wood would Chuck chuck if there was no woodchuck to chuck wood? The answer is that he (the woodchuck) was on holiday February second for the high holy day of groundhogs. Like Bill Murray, I seem to be stuck in a seemingly endless loop of filling carts with wood then emptying them in a different configuration.
The ice encrusted trees sparkle in the sun. The snow coats the ground. Such is the fuel for dreams.
I toil on getting the house emptied for the arrival of my new renter.
As for the blog, I search for my muse to inspire my writing. Cat responds with his mews. It will have to suffice.
The ice encrusted trees sparkle in the sun. The snow coats the ground. Such is the fuel for dreams.
I toil on getting the house emptied for the arrival of my new renter.
As for the blog, I search for my muse to inspire my writing. Cat responds with his mews. It will have to suffice.
The Music: The Good Lovelies "February Song"
Its February, when you pay your dues for having Spring..... and a big thanks-a-lot to Punxsutawny Phil.
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