Yesterday morning, after failing to see his shadow, Punxsutawney Phil supposedly predicted that we’d be having an early spring.
This morning, we woke up to see this:
Personally, I think this false sense of hope Phil gave us yesterday was his revenge. Revenge for years of being woken early in the morning, getting pulled out of his nice, warm burrow, and being paraded in front of a bunch of men in funny hats, just to “predict” the weather, when everybody already knows when the first day of spring is.
I’ve said it before–it just doesn’t pay to trust a groundhog!