Speaking for myself, Phil's shadow (or lack thereof) barely registers as a blip on the radar. Yet an entire town dresses up for the occasion—proof positive that winter can drive you a little batty. Anywho, I had put the frame on the page well in advance of the date, and I simply followed the command of "Groundhog Day".
Phil might say 6 more weeks. It feels like it's been 6 long months. I'm looking forward to spring. I'm going to go to the garden shop and see if there are any seed packets available yet. My orange juice cravings are through the roof, and the sunlight this afternoon was a shock to my eye.
Winter is very beautiful, but I think Christmas comes a little early. Maybe we should switch it to February simply to have something to anticipate in these long, cold months. Maybe I should just move closer to the Equator and keep my suggestions to myself as I invest in a grass skirt and discover the subtleties of a waggle and a wave. Maybe I just need to build a snowman and be grateful for the opportunities I have. So many options...
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4 comments:
Bet you didn't know that your Great Uncle Carl used to be among the top-hat-and-tails group that annually and so rudely dragged Phil out of his burrow.
As for Christmas coming too early, I agree. I also think the rest of the world should observe the Persian/Zoroastrian new year, the first day of Spring. Seems like a "well, duh" kinda thing to me!
Spring will arrive as usual, but in the meantime, fill your house with fresh, scented flowers and drink all the OJ you want!
I did not know that about Uncle Carl. That's going to have to be added to the family tree!
Yes, indeed AND, you left out his namesake, your grandmother's brother, Carl/Bud.
he he, very cute.
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