Sunday morning I heard a little rustling on Mom's front porch, so I quietly tiptoed to the window on her screen door. On her porch was Elmira Groundhog, pretty as you please. She stood proud and tall and peered into a little green flower wagon. Then she mosied over to check out the artificial red geranium in Mom's 20 gallon crock. I think she sensed she was being watched because she froze for a few minutes. I decided to knock, and after about five different times, she went under the little wagon to see if I'd go away... Brazen Elmira. Finally, I opened the door, and she ambled off the porch grumbling about the "tresspasser" she had to put up with... Oh, my... and I blamed the bunnies for our geranium loss... Nope. Think it was Elmira, don't you?