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Happy Groundhog’s Day!

I’m posting twice today to share some lovely photos of a ridiculously lovely day:

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Today is Groundhog’s Day, a peculiar holiday we in the States celebrate by dragging large, hibernating rodents from their burrows, snapping lots of photos, and then making unfounded weather predictions, supposedly based on whether or not the poor creatures see their shadows. Today the Bluegrass State seemed to take the official rodent at his word: the sun was shining, the air was 60 degrees F, and both crocus and honey bees (see topmost flower) were out.

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This is one of my hellebores – see the dusty mauve blossom in the center of the photo? One or another hellebore has been in bloom since Thanksgiving (late November, for my non-U.S. readers); they’ve been taking turns. The pink one just finished, but it’s already got tiny buds in the crown. I guess I’ve got them planted in the right place.

Two weeks ago, we got almost 2 feet of snow. Today we had a light shower out of a sunny sky, and my neighborhood was framed in a rainbow. It was a beautiful day here. I hope it was beautiful wherever you are, too.

Happy Groundhog’s Day!

Do you know why they have to drag poor old Punxatawny Phil out of his lair every year? It’s because he knows that the beginning of spring isn’t tied at all to whether or not he sees his shadow. Like all intelligent creatures, he realizes that spring begins the day that pitchers and catchers report for spring training.

groundhog-enorme-toute-grosse-253x300Seeing as that event is inevitable and preordained by powers other than himself, he’d just as soon stay tucked up in a cozy ball of rodenty slumber. Who wouldn’t?

But those nasty men in top hats and weird coats nevertheless haul him out by the scruff of his neck to stage their little weather charade. You can tell from their antiquated dress that even they recognize, in their heart of hearts, that the whole thing is a sham: meaningless, outdated, and entirely superseded by the National Pastime.

And don’t fall for any of that vernal equinox nonsense, either. Regardless of where the planet is or what angle the sun is at, spring begins on the day when pitchers and catchers report, which this year falls on February 11. I mean, come on: they don’t call it winter training — it’s SPRING training. Ergo, it must be spring.

So the next time you find yourself wondering when spring will begin, don’t go dragging any large rodents out of their dens. Just check the baseball calendar.