“After months of profound hibernation, drugged by the body of fat of summer, a groundhog sometimes, on a mild winter day, pokes its head of of its burrow. What it thinks, no one knows. But it always makes the right decision. It goes back to bed.”
Maybe with a book to read while waiting for Spring?
Yesterday was Groundhog Day, and Punxsutawney Phil saw no shadow – Spring is around the corner – maybe.
Authors I can cozy up to – whatever the weather…
Elizabeth Berg – The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted: And Other Small Acts of Liberation – a book of short essays. The title essay is the first and funniest, but they will all give you a good laugh and permission to enjoy the comfort you need – whether or not you can get out.
Catherine Coulter – historical romances: usually a tall handsome Duke who pursues and eventually marries a feisty heroine. Any title will do – they are pretty much the same – but Rosehaven tops the list.