I'm not always crabby. Maybe it seems that way sometimes.
Last weekend I saw these little, teeny, tiny Fiddler Crabs on the beach. Most of them were no larger than a thumbnail. They don't get big at all.
They're called Fiddler Crabs because have one dominant claw that can remind you of a violin. They use that claw for digging, and a waving mating ritual — the crab with the most prominent claw and the best wave wins. It means they will be great providers. Then can dig the best and safest burrows. A perfect place to raise their young.
Their big ole claw is their Valentine card!
Every species has its rituals. Rams butt heads, giraffes bang heads, frogs croak, and have you ever seen a peacock. Now, that's a display.
I suppose we humans have Valentines Day. But we're far more sophisticated than that, aren't we?
We're so far beyond comparing claws.
This year I'll think of you fondly on Valentine's Day. I hope you have all the love you need in your life and more.
Rick, I remember you with love on your birthday. Happy Birthday Rick!
I'll remember all those I love, and I wish them well.
I've never been very good at sending cards. I'm still not very good at it at all.
If you ever thought I shunned you on Valentines Day because you didn't get a card, I'm sorry. I apologize unreservedly.
This week, I'll send lovin' vibes out your way.
Until next week, I wish you peace.