Ground Hog Day

This is a very, very important day! I struggle every year with, hmmmm, well... winter. Cold dark days are hard for me. I accept snow up until January 1st. After that, the holidays are over and its time to move on. Convincing myself that spring is just around the corner, I search the long vacated flower beds for the lofty sprig of the crocus arm to extend from the soil and waive a fine hello. Umm, Nope. To this day, NEVER, have I seen a crocus in January. But every year, I continue to look.

Now It's Ground Hog Day and all my hopes and dreams are placed in the paw of a furry rodent who is taxed with the job of determining the timing of spring. Drum roll pleeeeaassse: "The news from Punxsutawney, Pa., this morning was just what we wanted to hear: Spring will come early this year, thanks to good old Phil predicting the winter, just as he's done for 125 years"  So, It was overcast in Pennsylvania.  Phil didn't see his shadow.  Does it matter that the sun is shining here in Boise, Id? Maybe I'll take Richard out to check for his shadow. Oh boy.. More winter. 

Better make my way to the nearest beach. Kona... Here I come.