In two (long) days Mr. Grounhound will make his much anticipated, yet somewhat groggy pilgrimage up from the depths of his warm hole in the ground.
I'm placing money on the chance that he will see his shadow.
And that he won't.
I really don't think it matters much what that little bug*er sees or doesn't see.
We always seem to get six more weeks of freaking cold.
And for some reason February is always the coldest and longest.
Ironic as it is the shortest month.
I think it is just the anticipation of March.
The promise of a hint of spring.
Mother Nature toying with our clothing choices.
What we really get is more snow.
A snowstorm that always seems to tornado it's way into town.
Leaving close to 14000 feet of snow in its wake.
Only to be replaced by the inevitable rain that melts away all of the white (read grey, black and stinky by this point) snow.
I love winter...
Can you tell that 2 days of -34 with the windchill is starting to grate on my nerves and that i am suffering from a small case of cabin fever?
I am however, thankful that you dropped by to have a read.
I'll leave you with a layout I did for my friend Lisa.
She was teaching a class at her LSS this weekend and asked me to create a layout based on her sketch.
It is a picture of M on the morning he became a big brother and some thoughts on how I was feeling that morning.