I’m trying to figure out just how many of my little groundhog friends are hanging around the property. There is one, I know, that lives on my neighbor’s property. I see him running back home occasionally.
There’s Henry, of course.
Then there are these two:
The young scamp on the right and an older groundhog on the left. The older one reminds me of Henry, but that’s not Henry’s coloring. Is it his wife, Henrietta? I think these guys are the same two who were playing together the other day.
Then there’s this guy:
We’ve named him Nigel.
Then there are the bunnies and the birds and some creature who got in our trash can the other day.
Whoopi Goldberg saw the show yesterday afternoon. She’s a close friend of one of the cast members. Don got the chance to chat with her and he really loved her. She said, as so many, many others have said, that the show she saw had absolutely no resemblance to the show the NY Times reviewer described. We all know that, but it’s nice to hear it confirmed by Whoopie. And then she said “F**k the critics!”
The exact same words I’ve used many times. I may put it on a T-shirt.
The hydrangeas are getting bigger by the day. Soon there will be fluffy white blossoms everywhere.
The catalpa in bloom. It’s very, very breezy today, so I’m thinking a lot of those blossoms will be on the ground by the end of the day.
Mowing is on the docket for today. And some weeding. And some reading. And some biscuits, which I made yesterday.
Happy Thursday.