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There was also a quilt exhibit
hanging from the ceiling of one hall. I walked around with arched neck the
entire time admiring the colors here and the needlework there. I tried to quilt
once, so I was also in awe, knowing the patience and precision it took to make
such beautiful works of art. The fair ends on Sunday.
Back
home we have plenty of wildlife of our own. The groundhogs—now there are two of
them, one large, one small—have made an arrangement with a thieving squirrel. Each day the squirrel climbs our pear tree,
chooses a pear, takes one or two bites, and drops it to the ground. Then a
groundhog comes and finishes them off. They do look cute sitting up on their haunches,
munching our fruit. But thanks to those groundhogs, our garden is the worst it’s
been in years.
And they seem to have gotten wise
about the trap. Set at the garden’s entrance it only attracted a woebegone opossum.
Poor thing scrunched way back in the
trap while I opened it. I let him play possum and left. He only left the trap
when I was out of sight.
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