I went out this morning to see if our last crocus had poked up its head.  I’m sad to say that it hasn’t.  While I was out there, I did see other signs of activity.

I remember tiny burrows, like these four.  They were in the “Granny Garden” the last year that crocuses were growing there.  Unfortunately, I used the last of the Critter Ridder to evict woodchucks from under the garage and house.  (I call them “Charlies” so I don’t use my name in vain.)

This observation, led me to another.  Sometimes burrowing “creatures” enter our lives.  They burrow under the surface where they feed on the roots of desired traits and objects that grow and beautify our lives.

I think it is time to reorder some Critter Ridder.  Perhaps I also need to examine the soil of my heart to see if burrowing pests are at work there.