A skeptical child, I never fell for the Groundhog day myth in theory, but to this day I enjoy pretending like I believe. A benefit of of living in Pittsburgh is the proximity of Punxsutawney. While a rodent in Western PA predicting the ebb and flow of the impending season is all-together absurd for a resident of California, in Pittsburgh, eh, maybe it could be real...it is local after all.
This year Phil says early spring. That might be likely out East where snowfall has been limited and lackluster, but out here in the great state of Colorado thinking about spring is like dreaming it's Friday then waking up to Monday. Another few inches were dumped on us last night followed by the ever-fun high winds and sharp temperature drop. Winter indeed has us by the proverbial balls. I vote we get our own Pueblo Prarie Dog.
Here is a poem written by Phil:
El Nino has caused high winds, heavy snow, ice and freezing temperatures in the west. Here in the East with much mild winter weather we have been blessed.
Global warming has caused a great debate. This mild winter makes it seem just great.
On this Groundhog Day we think of one thing. Will we have winter or will we have spring?
On Gobbler's Knob I see no shadow today. I predict that early spring is on the way.
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