In the Fall we begin to notice that animals are digging.
They are building new homes for the Winter.
Some find safer spots than others. On the road, where they are likely to be hit by a car and their home destroyed by passing machinery is not a wise choice.
Young animals, going out on their own, have the instinct to dig holes for their homes. Gophers and badgers are usually the ones digging, secretly, perhaps in the night. Don't you just wonder what is going on down there?
Maybe it's flashes of Wind in the Willows : Ratty, Mole, Badger.
Or it could be the knowledge that long ago my grandpa spent a winter in a dugout, which was really little more than a man sized gopher hole, but snug and warm.
I don't know why I am fascinated with what is going on down there, in the holes in the ground.
For the animals, I imagine waistcoats and dresses, afternoon tea and music. In Summer there are swimming parties and feasts in the fields.
Perhaps only above the ground they are rodents and pests. In the underground world there could be an array of niceties reserved for elite society.
Now that the weather has turned cold, I hope the residents of the ground dug very deeply into the warm earth and that they stored enough food for the entire holiday season. The season might continue on and on to include Easter in our cold climate.
Walking upright through their tunnels from place to place in their finest clothing, the refined residents enjoy the peace and quiet of the ever connecting and perfectly appointed underground world.
The possibilities feed an overactive imagination on this cold November day in GriggsDakota.