Ground Hog Day…and what of it, really? I mean…really.
Old Man Winter, Lady Snow, Lord Wind and Sister Lake Effect toyed with us and found us wanting. They headed west to the political scene in Iowa, making mischief and they sat down in the middle of the plains for high tea.
They wobbled, adjusted and commented. ‘Pass the frost, please’ and ‘How delicious; layered permafrost with a gropple topping’.
I am bored and so is Phil, our regional rodent…more snow, the shadowy business, no sun. Two degrees at 8 in the shaky morning.
Sir Punxsutawney, you are dismissed; services no longer required.
Heading north today…toward the city, toward the lake, toward Spring…
690 Saint Paul 