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Baby, Is It Cold Outside?

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.

Shelley Sackier

Midway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox up here in the Northern hemisphere, folks start to get squirrelly.

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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.

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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!

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And then we hold our pudgy warlocks high into the air and ask them to divine the…

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honk honk!

Spring must be here. And I think Spring is here to stay.  How do I know that? After all, its still about 40degrees farenheit outside.  Cold blasts of wintry wind make their presence known every single morning.

The honk of the geese every single morning.  That’s right.  Honk honk. 

The geese are back from the winter vacation in sunny Florida or wherever it is that they go every winter.  And man, do they like to party.  They fly low, they fly high, but man, do they like flying.  They like chasing each other over buildings and around them as well.  Its a good thing their sport doesn’t involve chasing humans. 

And they also like waddling.  Or rather swaddling  They swaddle down the street on the sidewalk and on the roads causing cars to brake suddenly.  These swarm of geese are simply fearless. 

And their poop.  Its green, hard (at least it looks hard) and small.  Its everywhere.  The grass is maybe like 2 feet away.  Can they wait and do their business on the grass where the decomposed poop would be useful to the flowering trees nearby?  Nope.  If they have to go, they have to go.  Its a good thing it doesn’t smell.  But then again, I have very limited sense of smell (years of clorox-smelling hallways in the hospitals have damaged my olfactory receptors).

Honk! Honk!  Yep. They are back. And so is Spring.