Really? Yes, really. It's no wonder ET and his buddies went blasting off back home across the galaxy, sending ahead of them the message, "No need to stay here. There is no intelligent life on earth."
Okay, so it's all in fun, but excuse me for being a grumpy unbeliever in groundhog psychic skills.
I've learned that, at least here in the Poconos, no pampered rodent is going to tell me when spring is here. It's here when I say it is! But no one will likely listen to me...I have no thick fur coat and I don't go hiding on sunny, winter days just cuz I see my shadow. But what do I know?
Besides that, I don't have much love for the groundhogs I have had to deal with in my own yard. Have I told you my worst garden pest story? Well, check it out before you judge me too harshly.
|Bold as you please!|
Oh, they look cute and innocent, funny even, but gees-Louise! They can be bothersome, and to have one pampered fur-ball touted as so very smart that he and only he and his descendants know when spring will come around is just too much for me to take. It's enough to have me yanking my hair out and run screaming for the snowy hills.
|Hyacinths will do too|
So you can celebrate the shadow-seeker all you want. I'll stay huddled inside waiting for the first Crocus. Now there's a sign of spring I can handle...and not just cuz it won't set up household under my porch and eat all my apples.