Happy Groundhog Day!
I haven't turned on the telly or radio, so I don't know which groundhogs saw their shadows (okay, usually they only report on Punxsutawney Phil even though it's the groundhog in Irving, Texas who matters[1]), so I don't know whether, as my father used to explain it, we'll have six more weeks of winter or only a month and a half.
And no, I didn't get Groundhog Day cards mailed out last week. I find myself saying, just as I did last year, "NEXT year I'll be better organized." At least this year I did get as far as uncovering the stash of leftover cards from way back when I was last organized enough to send them.
And to friends and readers so inclined, Happy Imbolc as well. (Would it be appropriate to eat cheese made with sheep's milk in honour of the holiday?)
([1] And, according to tradition, the one that folks have any influence over.)
My Mommy always told me it was local
However, I notice the sun is in fact returning, and some stuff is even beginning to sprout a little bit, and I am getting lots more energy. The system is working, the wheel continues to turn. Definitely an occasion for sheep's milk cheese, even if you are not of the pagan persuasion.
And happy Candlemas to my fellow Christians!
Oh yes, Candlemas!
The Irving, TX reference was just a bit of school pride and a nod to the UD tradition that it's the students' duty to get the groundhog so drunk that he can't see his own shadow.
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Happy Imbolc!
comes from Catholicism. News for them, the roots older than that.
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Happy Spring-is-coming-really-it-is holiday to you, too. (I know you don't do Imbolc, per se, but...)