Dear Mister Groundhog…
Six more weeks of winter is fine with me. I love winter. I’m happy to extend it. Cold and wind and snow makes me happy. But when it’s spring, it’s Spring. When the weather turns warm and the birds return and the flowers display full blooms then it’s time to put winter to rest. Those six weeks are done and over, and it’s simply time to move forward.
This is not moving forward.
Honestly, Mr. Groundhog, if you say six weeks, then six weeks it should be. But don’t say six when you mean eight. Or twelve. I can handle it if it’s truly twelve more weeks of winter. But I don’t want to count down six weeks only to have it snow in the seventh week. Really… that’s just cruel.