Punxsutawney Phil is full of shit, and couldn't predict a rainstorm even if he was drowning in his little burrow. Its proven! He's right less than fifty percent of the time (39% according to the National Climatic Data Center). How can even a groundhog be right less than 50% of the time, on a yes/no question?
I don't know if you pay attention to rodent meteorologists, but little Phil didn't see his shadow yesterday. This is supposed to mean that we will have an early spring. A bit hard to believe, considering that Phil's region was having a snowstorm of cataclysmic proportions. And every week, the weekly forecast has little pictures of sleet or snow or freezing rain every few days. Including this weekend.
I've had it. Prof has had it. My friends have had it. The cats have had it. I'm sure you've had it too (unless you are in the southern hemisphere, in which case, can I come for a visit?).
I yearn for the sun. To be able to go for a walk in the woods. To get in my kayak. To roll the windows down in the car. To sit on the deck. To get my hands in the dirt and plant something. To eat fresh basil. Oh basil, how I love you.
There was a small ray of hope today. I walked outside and saw that my crocuses had put up shoots, not unusual since they tend to do this in February every year, but at least it was a small reminder that I'm not going to be this cranky for much longer.