You let us down, Phil! You saw your shadow this Monday morning at 9:31!
And after I beseeched you in the poem below. Next time I'm getting a bigger crowd and writing about beavers!
You who live in Punxsatawney
With toothy grin and color tawny,
Now you will prognosticate
If winter will remain till late.
Whether or not you see your shadow
May not be news on Rachel Maddow,
But those who have endured the cold
Hope you don’t, if truth be told.
Cause if you do it’s six more weeks
Of snow and cold and frozen creeks.
And if you don’t you’ll stay outside,
And spring will come (!), you bushy guide.
You hold the future in your paws
Not sanctified like Santa Claus,
But it's much better, really, true
To have a day named after you.
A movie, too, that kept us seated
With 24 hours, ever repeated.
(You were the title, but not the star,
Andie and Bill together are.)
Despite a globe that’s warming fast,
This winter’s been a frozen blast.
You didn't help! You were a creep.
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I can't stand six more weeks of winter. My S.A.D. can't either.
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It be also be mighty wonderful and fun
to see the world Punxatawny from aloft.
Well, maybe PA tourist can go saddle up?
People can see PA from the top of a bushy.
The fun would be to sit on a soft groundhog.
I love those toothy grins on any living critters.
Bill, I don't remember John Candy in that movie. But maybe Bill Murray made you think of him. Or maybe, the ground hog.
Yeah, Cartouche and Onecorgilover, I think the name is Phil has taken a whipping lately. But not as bad as Dick.
Rrrrrrated!
I wonder if he will see his shadow. Will stay tuned.
Get me a bun and some gravy!
If it was not for the pain, struggles, and momentary miseries,
including the cold and bleakness of winter...
The warmth and magnificent Spring could never be.
Misfortunes in Life are strains. Misfortunes strengthen.
Misfortunes steel and temper humans. Misfortunes make resolve.
A warmth, splendor, and grandeur of Spring will make appearance.
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(My apologies for a recall of thoughts from others who loved the arrival of Springtime. Inspirational post, and gleaning thoughts from commenters is sheer Joy.)
In merry merry Springtime we can plant!
Catamite may plant a wooden ruler? Well,
and then we may climb, or sip tea in shade?
When summer is blazing hot, we'll sit under
The Acorn Tree. I hope the catamite B- ruler
grows.
cat, have some tea.
Well, and then you won't delete me?
okay.
I'll scurry off and eat a scone for brunch.
no problem.
And, Cheese.
First Amend.
Ok so he did his little pantomime dance.
Now... groundhog en brochette!
Write about cauliflower plants,
and a duck-taping beach chairs,
and after all these harsh years,
males can't remember if.. (?)...
the outhouse toilet seat goes
up, or stays down? OY! Peace.
I say heartfelt:` Yippee To You.
I promise to go away. Ya pretty.
The hand on the chin. Balanced.
When I lived in Maine for 22 years we only had two seasons.: Winter, and winter will be back in a moment. Great post and thank you.
Stella, yes that shows what a little exercise does matter.
Sally, I guess I'll take that animal connection rather than others mentioned.
OEsheepdog, now that I know you have a happy bed to sleep in, and a lovely bride, I can understand your point. But he lives under the ground. Probably with another groundhog that hasn't cleaned off in months. Couldn't he have stayed up for a few minutes in the fresh air and saved us weeks of misery?
Lisa, I certainly hope I didn't start that round again!
It is hilarious and my SAD wishes it was April, already.
We'll make it.