On February 2nd, we heard that Punxsatawney Phil saw his shadow and predicted we were in for six more weeks of winter. But did you know there were many other rodents performing this duty?
Dozens, evidently. For example, Nations Now reported that "there's Staten Island Chuck, famous for biting New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg, Woodstock Willie in Woodstock, Ill, [taxidermied Potomac Phil of Dupont Circle], and Georgia’s most famous groundhog, General Beauregard Lee" (who did not see his shadow, so I guess the south is heading into spring).
Oh, it's all a little silly, but we need some humor in our lives and our weather this winter has been anything but predictable.
I don't know what's happening weather-wise in our part of the prairie. Our yard has yellow crocus and one yellow dandelion in bloom, and the temperatures have been in the 50s. It's the talk of the town. Can we really to be in for 40 days of snow, ice and below 0-degree windchills? We'll just have to see what happens. According to my nose, the smell of spring is in the air.
But here's the best take I've read on all of this prognostication hullabaloo. A writer for the Washington Post National said, "I’m down on the whole human side of prognostication after months of being told that the GOP race was in its final two-candidate stage every time a butterfly flapped its wings somewhere in the Andes or Ron Paul blinked especially hard. Six weeks of winter pale in comparison to the prospect of four more months of Gingrich. That’s the sort of shadow that makes you want to return to your burrow, never to reemerge."
What about you? Are you out and about recognizing the signs of spring, or did you turn back into your burrow for six more weeks? If you're hibernating, is it because of the dread of six more weeks of winter or because of the boredom of more Republican primaries? A colony on the moon? Give me a break.
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