It is a lovely, sunny day outside. I'll be out working in the yard later today - for the second time this week! Silly daffodils are already starting to poke their heads through the earth, and the snowdrops are just about to burst into bloom. The honeysuckle and clematis have leaves budding out. Josh saw several Robins in the yard just the other day. And I spent several of our dark, rainy days making an inventory and selecting new seeds to order for the vegetable garden. I am having a hard time believing that spring really won't arrive until it is 'officially' spring.
How can you blame the weather on a rodent anyway? The poor creature is overwhelmed by being woken from his hibernation - no doubt months earlier than he planned - with lots of people staring at him and expecting him to perform before he even has a chance to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. Ah, that is it, the ground hog is female and a mom. That is how the weather prediction gets done without complaint. (Does she have trouble getting back to sleep after it is all over?)
Every year it is the same thing - the groundhog saw his shadow. You would see your shadow too with 100 camera crews and their bright lights aimed at you. I have seen it televised on the news, and while it looks completely overcast and barely past dawn, that poor animal always sees his shadow. And it always looks like artificial light to me. But I guess the joke is on us - from Groundhog Day to the Spring Equinox and the official first day of Spring is just a tad over six weeks. Guess the groundhog doesn't lie after all.
