We had snow, but more of the white stuff has accumulated on the ground and even more is on the forecast. For variety, tomorrow’s weather includes a windchill. To add to our misery, the days are not only short, today the sun wasn’t able to make it through the clouds at all. At five in the afternoon, it’s pitch black outside and the sun doesn’t rise until well after 7am. Ew.
This feels like the longest winter in history. Did I really say I was waiting for snow at some point?
February is when Canadians start to feel an itch for Spring. After all those frozen, dark months of winter, they need to have some sort of hope that, one day, they will wake up and not see a frozen wasteland. They need to believe warmer weather is coming.
Good news. We have Groundhog Day.
As the story goes, this rodent (the groundhog) comes out of hibernation every year and reacts to his shadow. If he sees his shadow, he hides and there are at least 6 more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, it means Spring is around the corner.
It’s absolute hogwash, of course. No rodent whose IQ is barely higher than their hibernating body temperature is able to predict the weather with any accuracy. Hogwash.
But the sad reality is that we’re so desperate for good news, we’ll cling to a rodent if that’s the only bit of hope around. After the never-ending length of this winter season, I’m willing to give Groundhog Willy a chance.
At least if he announces an early Spring.