I believe in helping others when I can. As such, I am willing to offer my assistance to the two most popular groundhogs – Punxsutawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck. It seems they disagree on whether we will have six more weeks of winter of an early spring. I can understand why there is some confusion between these two furry icons as to what the next six weeks will hold.
Seriously, take a good look back at the past handful of months in the Fargo-Moorhead area. The area rolled into the fall from a summer that was quite cool and far too dreary for most folks’ taste. The fall, in contrast, was decidedly lovely and temperate. Then came winter, at least on the calendar. It hasn’t been the winter that most North Dakotans are accustomed to, but the complaints have been minimal. Indeed, there have been days throughout November, December and January that were spring-like, actual, bonafide short weather.
So you can understand why Phil and Chuck are struggling. But let’s face it – they are both right depending upon how you look at it. According to Phil, we have six more weeks of winter – which if you look at the winter we have had isn’t really saying much more than we are having an early spring (at least tempertaure-wise). According to Chuck, an early spring is enroute – which would mean a bit more than spring-like weather – it could mean spring-like blooming activities like the appearance of tulips and daffodils. Either way, have we received bad news from either one? I don’t think so, but let me help put any debate to bed with my prediction which bridges’ the predictions of Phil and Chuck.
My prediction: We will have six more weeks of a spring-like winter. How do I know? Well, I saw the shadow of my brand new, never been used, shiny snow blower in the garage and I heard the faint snicker of the universe.
So there you have it – from West Fargo Carol. I’ll expect the major news channels at my doorstep next year at this time. But media folks, don’t come around without coffee and danish and don’t come before ten AM, because unlike Phil and Chuck – I bite.
Day nine hundred and forty-one of the new forty – obla di obla da