One word can bring you round/Changes
What I had intended to post today needs more work, so here's this instead:
And this made national news. How odd.
Why not? I was in, what, Nebraska? –someplace, in February, and they had on the news about Punxatawney…whatsis name?
Phil. Punxatawney Phil. But isn’t he just the local…
That’s what I thought, too, just the local gopher…
Right. Which is different from a woodchuck how, Miss Zoologist?
It’s not. Woodchuck, groundhog, same thing.
So, I didn’t mean gopher, I meant groundhog.
No, actually, gopher’s right, too. But there’s no Gopher Day, so I said “groundhog” automatically. Sorry. Reflexive.
Did Phil see his shadow? I don’t remember.
(Excerpted from View Thru Quarter Pane, Part I: Bringing Spring To Hinckley)
I saw one foraging for goodies by the side of the highway this morning. Whatever you call it.
My work, by the way, is not to be confused with that of Cybele May, who is on the opposite coast. See also her blog.