Groundhogs are incredibly sweet--they make me smile with their chubby little bodies and pointy faces.
Both Punxsutawny Phil and the NYC groundhog evidently saw--or didn't see--their shadow, whichever one means spring is imminent. I don't really know how any human can discern an animal's perception but there you go (I'm also not about to debate whether these animals are aware of shadows or their relationship to self). But I do hope they are right--this winter has been long enough and I am mighty fed up with the cold, slush, snow, ice and the dirt it inevitably leaves behind. Much of our garbage is still on the streets, covered with somewhat thawing and very dirty snow--an attraction for rodents of another kind.
Anne Jackson’s English Muffins
21 hours ago