02 February 2012
Are You Listening, Groundhog?
I'm thinking Mr. Groundhog is going to play a mean trick on us all today. I left the house with damp hair and a light-weight coat yesterday. In February! Unheard of. We've had the mildest winter I can remember in years; so much so, I'm almost craving a little more snow and grit.
Spring is my season. The more I think about its pending arrival, the more difficult it is to contain my excitement.
Now the question boils down to this: will the taste we've been given last? Or will Mr. Groundhog throw his head back, laugh, and make us wait six weeks more for the real deal?
P.S. My neon pink tulips turned purple. I can't decide which shade I like better.