Well, that chubby little cheeker pulled through for us this year, didn’t he? I was afraid one of these local farm boys was going to make a visit to Punxsutawney and have a chat with the beloved Phil. Unlike the farmers and ranchers with cattle to feed and pipes to thaw, I sit comfortably in my warm home. Because if one thing is for certain, it has been teeth-shaking cold the past few days. So cold, in fact, that the big dogs have been sleeping in the entryway. This means it’s really cold over here, because they are as messy and stir crazy as they are Labrador.
Are you excited for an early spring this year? I know we are out here …
It’s been bitter cold, with our famous South Dakota winds making it about -40 last night.
It was so cold, in fact, that sometime in the middle of the night when all the covers fell off the bed, I dreamed I was cold. No joke. My frosty toes and cold nose woke me up, scrambling for blankets. Then I did a mental recap to recall if the big dogs were inside or not, and if I left any pups outside. It checked out. Phew! I’m a good momma.
So after a night like that, it’s easy to say we’re hoping that little hog knows what he’s talking about … because an early spring would be mighty welcomed.
For sure Milo thinks so.
And this weather suspicious-minded gal (typical South Dakotan) isn’t yet convinced that a hairy hermit knows anything about anything.
I’ll believe it when I see it, you cute thing you.
P.S. I shoveled that deck again. Here’s to hoping it’s the last time this year! (Just call me the Constant Optimist).