This morning, I got stuck in the driveway. I had to drive the car Tim bought me for Christmas that I immediately turned back over to him. My Intrigue with 200,000+ miles on it shows no sign of stopping, so it eases my mind to know that he's driving the better car. His drive is longer and takes him through far more remote country than I travel, and in the dark, too. Anyhow, I was very encouraged as I drove the 'good' car down off the hill (a hair raising trip that involved a lot of fervent prayers...) to hear the radio reporting the news from Punxsutawny, Pennsylvania. You see, I am fortunate enough to live in a state that is known for Punxsutawny Phil, the prognosticating ground hog who pops out on February 2nd (Ground Hog Day, coincidently enough) to tell a breathless world (or maybe it's just an American thing...)whether spring is on its way or whether winter will be sticking around. So Phil stuck his head out of his hole and did not see his shadow, which means we will have an early spring. (good news because I'm just about sick of winter...) I also read that this is Phil's 125th year of predicting the weather. 125 years. Dang. I did not know that ground hogs lived that long. (I don't imagine that something that old would be worth cooking...)
Interesting trivia: How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood? Dunno. But a wood chuck and a ground hog? Same critter. You might also hear them called a whistle pig.