Groundhogs, Magick, Cats, and Writing

So today, Phil saw his shadow and we have six more weeks of winter. This means at least six more weeks of uninterrupted writing time before spring hits and I go ga-ga for the garden. Last year was great. We had enough rain that the garden wasn’t nearly as much ofa challenge to keep alive in a mountain desert. You just never know what Rocky Mountain weather at a mile-high will throw at you. My thoughts drift back to several years ago where we had hail in July because we were on the tail-end of...