Groundhog Day

Last year, we occasionally spotted a sneaky little varmit toddling around our premises. He was so sneaky, we never got a good picture of him, even though we concluded he lived in the woodpile next to our shed. We named him, for obvious reasons, Phil.

See if you can spot Phil in the one picture we managed to land of him:

Well, turns out we prematurely labeled Phil. Maybe he should be "Philamena" or something? Because as of a few weeks ago, Phil and his new household have actually been venturing out on the lawn in broad daylight to munch on our clover. And for once we got some good pics. The kids are all kinds of silly happy that we have these little friends sharing our space.

Good luck, Phil. And feel free to take the fam out for some clover any time.

My Sweet Dream

Thank you for eight wonderful years.