Last fall a groundhog whom I affectionately named Mr. Tiggly Winkles made a home under my studio. In the Spring, Mr. Tiggly Winkles emerged from his winter den and began nibbling on the grass surrounding my studio. Suddenly, another little groundhog appeared… then another… and another. Apparently Mr. Tiggly Winkles was not a MR. but a MRS!
For an entire spring, I watched as these little critters made my trellis into a playground, raced around in the grass, and played peek-a-boo in their den entrances.
Then one summer day, I watched Mrs. Tiggly Winkles move her family across the street into a wooded lot. I thought for sure she would return just as soon as her little Winkles were old enough to fend for themselves. But after nearly a year, I had not seen any sign of her.
It is now fall once again. The air is cooling and the leaves are beginning to fall. This morning, I headed out to the studio. Low and behold, who was there to greet me? Why Mrs. Tiggly Winkles! She was munching on a pear that had fallen off the trees surrounding my studio. Welcome back my little friend!