Last week, we here in the United States observed (well, about 12% of us did) Groundhog’s Day. Groundhog’s Day, for those of you who do not know, is not only a classic Bill Murray film, but is a day where people in a small town in Pennsylvania gather around to see if a groundhog sees his shadow. If he does, it’s six more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t, Spring comes early.
This year, he saw his shadow, and so it is six more weeks of winter.
There’s a problem with this, winter, at least in Utah, has been over for close to a month already. This week, we’re expecting some rain, and temperatures near fifty degrees Fahrenheit.
Now, I know winter is occurring in a vicious manner in Europe (as I mentioned earlier), and you can read an article about that here; but, here in my neck of the woods, where I spend February fighting bitter cold that normal doesn’t get above freezing for weeks on end, and dodge snowdrifts, fog, and high-winds (Utah sucks in the winter, by February is a particularly bad time of year — usually), I find myself enjoying time outside, getting used to the nice weather that, well, doesn’t seem like it will go away anytime soon.
Of course, in Utah, we get snow in the valleys until April, and it has snowed in the valleys in Utah as late a June 29; and the mountains, occasionally they see mild snowstorms in July. Why am i saying this? The weather here can change, and it’s not unusual to experience all four seasons in one day (which is just as well, considering that we only get two seasons spread throughout the year).
Still, some more snow may be nice for my dogs. They like laying in it, playing in it, and doing anything except cleaning it up — they usually sit with bemused expressions on their faces and watch me do that. Until I dump a shovel load of snow on them, then they really have a blast.