Punxsutawney Phil made his appearance a few days ago, and, just when I had lost hope of spring ever showing up again, lo and behold, he didn’t see his shadow. For those of you who don’t follow Phil’s yearly adventure, let me explain his routine.
Phil lives in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, in a wee burrow on Gobbler’s Knob. On February 2nd of each year, he wanders outside for the special occassion of Groundhog Day. If he sees his shadow, he flees back into his burrow and six more weeks of winter will follow. If he doesn’t see his shadow, an early spring is just around the corner.
I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to learn that he did not see his shadow, so I am absolutely counting on an early spring. I had received my garden catalogs several weeks ago, and, during this past week or two of brutally cold weather and snow, they have been a saving grace. Just look at the delicious looking picture of tomatoes below and tell me you aren’t ready for spring!