a: Badgers do not hibernate but they are less active in cold weather and can live underground for days without food.
Sounds about right.
Hungryman tries to tell me that I would warm up if I would only move around a bit more. I’m not buying it.
Maybe this explains why I always seem to shrink during the winter. Though you would never know given the number of layers I require each morning when I am torn away from my two down comforters.
After I wrote that sentence, I realized that I was hungry and cold. So I’m back with a bowl of granola and another scarf.
January was an icicle. A long, jagged, bitter spear of a month. Jack Frost etched out his winter land icescapes on all our windows and even our screens. Ava and I have been huddled up in our ice house reading eachother books: I, Little House on the Prairie to her, and she, Bob Books to me.
It’s finally beginning to thaw, loosening my fingers on the keyboard. I’ve missed you, my friends on the other side of this screen. I hope you will forgive my frozen retreat.
I’ve been gone so long that I didn’t get to properly say:
Merry Christmas! (Wow, that feels like a long time ago).
& Happy New Year! (So, does that).
I didn’t even give you a proper gift. I apologize. I better do that now before I start rambling and you give up on this post and never get to the bottom to realize there is a gift drawing at bottom waiting for you.
One of Ava’s favorite presents this Christmas was a hot pink tutu.
Last December a group of my girlfriends gathered to twist tulle around some ribbon in hopes of delighting our daughters on Christmas Eve.
It worked! She has been twirling in it nearly every day since.
My niece was equally pleased with her tutu. Hers is “princess” blue. She is Cinderella, after all.
These two can’t even look up from their tutus to smile at the camera. They are smitten.
Really, doesn’t everyone need more tulle in their life?
So, I am holding a drawing for a tutu made to order for whatever special girl is in your life. Daughter, niece, neighbor, pooch, or maybe you want one for yourself.
You win. You pick. She twirls.
Yes, I realize that I’m asking you to subscribe to a blog that is updated by the whims of an unpredictable, potentially hibernating creature. But I’m telling you, it’s so much better this way. No more fruitless, frustrating checking for updates. They come right to you. That’s almost a gift in itself.
I will leave the comments open until Wednesday, February 11 and announce the winner on Lincoln’s birthday!
That’s just perfect. We’ve missed the major holidays, but we can celebrate Abe’s birthday together! At least, we’ll have that.
Though groundhog day might have been more fitting.