Another year, another Groundhog’s Day, another wimpy groundhog sees his shadow and flees down his little hole to stay safe, damning us to another six weeks of winter.
We take Groundhog’s Day fairly seriously here in Pennsylvania. We’re only a few hours drive from
the site of THE groundhog, Punxsutawny Phil, after all. Most years we wake the kids up to see Phil make his grand entrance on t.v., special crafts are done in schools (see photo of lovely groundhog art Maddie made at preschool several years ago), groundhog stories are read, the movie Groundhog Day is shown in basement theaters everywhere, and everyone officially starts thinking about spring. No matter what that VERMIN Phil tells us. Spring.
I am looking forward to gardening again. Spring planting is one of my favorite times of year. In late April I’ll begin the process of visiting the three local nurseries I like best and checking out their selection, plant sizes and prices. In early May, I’ll plant my perennials, then annuals, and finally the vegetable garden. I really just can’t wait.
Let’s do a little compare and contrast…just to make the waiting all the more painful:
Now Last June
(I don’t know why our firepit and a plastic sheet holding bush branches is on my garden right now. I think Dave is planning to burn the branches. Eventually.)
Now:
July 2008:
Now:
Last Memorial Day:
And finally- Now:
And Last June:
So no matter what that stinking prognosticator of a glorified gerbil says,
AS GOD IS MY WITNESS…I WILL WEAR
FLIP-FLOPS AGAIN!
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