According to Punxsutawney Phil, we are in for six more weeks of winter. Actually, here in the North Woods, we always have six more weeks of winter. Or more. So what does Phil’s prediction mean for us? Eight more weeks of winter? Ten? Twelve?
I’ve seen years when spring came during the latter part of June, though, actually, those years didn’t have spring at all. Rather we went from winter to summer over the course of two or three days. Snow melted, ice did the same and all that thawing ice and snow made mist so thick that driving was difficult.
I hope we have spring this year though I realize that in this part of the country, spring usually consists of a lot of mud. I like spring, not because of the flowers and birds that other places have, rather I like it because when it’s time for one season to end, it should go gracefully instead of hanging around like a guest who stays too long after the party is done.
