The ground hog
awoke today, on the left coast at least, to brilliant blue skies horizon to horizon. Shadow? No question. As he turned, momentarily blinded, from the sun, he had no choice but to see his shadow. When the spots went away, there it was.
So, according to legend: six more weeks of winter.
I've always thought that a clever deception. Six more weeks of winter or an early spring. Since ground hog day comes on February 2, exactly seven weeks before the official beginning of Spring, and if you call one week early early, then who cares what the ground hog sees?
Shadow or no shadow, it's all the same!
I celebrated with spam and eggs. Not much ground hog in that.