“This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.” — Phil Connors
In the wild, the male groundhog comes out of hibernation mid-winter, only to look in on females in his territory and mark their burrows off limits to interlopers. Thus relieved, he returns to his den to resume his winter siesta in peace, until spring mating season.
“February days are a marketing gimmick; love happens every day.”
Randeep HoodaIt
We don’t rely on celebrity groundhogs to predict that happy day. The Phils and the Willies, et al, are hucksters for their respective media markets. Our go-to forecaster is in the wild. Thank you kindly for you participation in this epic event. Wherever you are, may every new day be warmer than a winter of discontent.
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I just pray you have cocoa and marshmallows and a mug and some milk and something to warm said milk. Lord hear my prayer.
Amen. Flint and steel sparks a better idea than a Blunderbuss: igniting a campfire to warm the milk of human kindness. Thank you, George.
Hope you’re riding it out safely back there.