This week was Ground Hog Day, which does not seem to have much meaning down south here where my family and I live. This charming holiday still holds a special place in my heart. Maybe because I recall the heavy winters of western New York as a child.
Anyway, we still took time to watch and see if Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow. He did see it. That means we have to still wait for spring, which we do anyway. Today’s inspiration: The front fields of snow at my In-laws farm in Southern Minnesota.