Where is Spring? That’s what I want to know. I thought Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early spring this year, but boy oh boy, did he get it wrong. As a fully fledged American I grew to believe the famous groundhog’s prediction had teeth.
I always thought it would be great fun to attend the celebrations in Pennsylvania one February. It would be a milestone on my American journey. But now I’m not sure if I can trust this sleepy prognosticator.
Once I saw my snow capped daffodils I knew the furry weather forecaster was completely in error this year. But then maybe it was his human interpreter who just doesn’t speak proper Groundhog-ese. We’ll never know.
All I want is to enjoy a nice breakfast cup of tea outdoors on the deck once the kids have headed off to school. It’s a great way to plan the day ahead, but no hope these days without suffering a frozen tookus (a word I learned in New York from my Jewish patients).
I’m tired of breaking the ice so the birds can have a wee drink.
I know I shouldn’t complain. It’s only a few little inches here in Kentucky and I remember the year I lived in Elmira, New York. It snowed in June, and this is only March.
And then my poor little ones are worried about the Easter Bunny. Where will he leave the eggs? Does he deliver in the snow? I told them he might ask some of Santa’s elves to help him out. Those guys are well used to snowy deliveries.
The thaw is coming today, and fingers crossed our temperatures will be in the 60’s by the weekend. The Easter Bunny will be just fine!! Yay!!
And so, what do we need to call this mixed up season. Is it Swinter, or Winting, or Sprinter? I just don’t know, but I sure do hope the real Spring is just around the corner.
Slán agus beannacht,
(Goodbye and blessings)