We are in the midst of a blizzard. Yep, it's a full-blown, we-are-getting-24-freaking-inches-of-snow type of blizzard. You know, the kind of blizzard that all the weather forecasters tell you to go buy bread and milk and your boss gives you the nod to work from home.
I watched the opossum footprints around the pond slowly disappear under blowing drifts of snow yesterday and I wondered where the little guys are in this horrible weather. I sure hope they've got some opossum bread and milk stashed away in their crib.
And while I'm sure the groundhog isn't making any appearances in this neck of the woods today, I just have this sneaking suspicion that spring isn't coming any time soon.