Hear Ye Hear Ye Hear Ye . . .On Gobbler's Knob on this glorious Groundhog Day, February 2nd, 2010, Punxsutawney Phil, Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of all Prognosticators awoke to the call of President Bill Deeley and greeted his handlers, John Griffiths and Ben Hughes.
After casting a joyful eye towards thousands of his faithful followers, Phil proclaimed, "If you want to know what's next, you must read my text. As the sky shines bright above me, my shadow I see beside me. So six more weeks of winter it will be."
Our Southern "Phil", General Beauregard Lee, from his home at the Yellow River Game Ranch, concurs: a rainy day, not a ray of sunshine to be seen, and thus six more weeks of winter to come.
All in good fun . . .
Just as the sun was rising this morning, the cardinals (here are three of them in a Viburnum) and other birds came looking for food. The sun caught the bent grass in one of the containers on my patio and then targeted its rays on a Crape Myrtle. It is still very cold (23F, -5C).
Yesterday afternoon, in the middle of the snow storm, there was no indication of a plant in the Chinese pot on my bistro table (there is one, a Viola, under several inches of snow). This morning, as the sun was rising, the snow was beginning to glisten and invite another picture. Not, however, an invitation for tea and brioche (or my neighbor Catherine's favorite: tea and scones). It will take a few more months.
