My dearly beloved brought the garden indoors to me on Friday.
I was gone for 36 hours. Thor must have missed me, because he piled all of his toys beside me. The only person who gets that honor is my dearly beloved, the Great Red Protector.
And Punxataney Phil's cousin, Pottstown Pete, did not see his shadow today. Does that mean more than 6 weeks of winter? Likely, at least in my little corner of the world.