Groundhog Day explained. Although I no longer live in a country governed by seasons, I still scan for reports of where the groundhog’s shadow has landed. I always forget to check if the start of Spring matches our expectations though. Must be that lovely Spring smell.
Midway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox up here in the Northern hemisphere, folks start to get squirrelly.
We’ve made it through the big eating festivals of Thanksgiving and Christmas, gushed forth an armload of inebriated promises to ourselves at New Year’s—swearing ‘change was on its way,’—and then we slogged through the gloomy gray of January, bedamning those drunken oaths.
When February hits, we are tired, we are bloated, and we are desperate.
So we flip the calendar to a new page and employ the soothsaying prowess of a rodent. We gather round the critter’s hovel and cast out our urgent pleas.
Make these dreary days brighter for us, oh woodchuck!
Release us from winter’s wretched hold, little land-beaver!
Heal our melancholy spirits from these lugubriously long days, tiny whistle pig!
And then we hold our pudgy warlocks high into the air and ask them to divine the…
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