Countdown to Spring - Okay, So I'm Late

I normally watch Punxsutawney Phil on live feed getting dragged out what is likely not his den on Groundhog's Day to predict what the next 45 or so days will bring with regard to weather.  I was a little late trying to get on the official website  on February 2nd and therefore didn't get to watch live as Phil predicted an early spring.

I have on more than one occasion called Phil a "stupid woodchuck".  I'll do it when he predicts a continuation of winter-like conditions and has been right, and also when he's predicted early spring-like conditions and been wrong.  There's just no making me happy in February when all I want are warmer temperatures and nothing coming out of the sky that's frozen or freezes on contact with my deck, walkway, car, roads – well, you get the idea.  By this time, I'm tired of shoveling snow – even more so with the bum shoulder I'm nursing that really doesn't like the action of lift the snow/chuck the snow out of the way.  I'm tired of having to bundle up to go to my car and scrape the frost off and/or sit there with it to let it warm up before heading to work.  I've gotten tired of cats that won't even venture outside until the temperature's above freezing (they have a cat door - there is no excuse).  I am tired of houseplants that shed in the winter, get luxurious when put outside in warm weather, then return to shedding within a week of being inside.  I like it when Mother Nature waters them and I don't have to, too.  I wistfully peruse seed catalogs, thinking about how beautiful all of it will look on the deck and balcony of my apartment, knowing full well that you can't really grow much of anything on a deck under a tree canopy that only allows full sunlight for maybe two hours a day and a balcony that can't handle a full blown sun-loving garden.

Yes, indeed, by February, my spring fever is more than apparent.  So when Phil predicts an early spring and it doesn't happen, I want to call for his removal as a meteorological prognosticator.  But except for a few days of chilliness and a day or so of mixed precipitation that disappeared within a day each time, Phil has been on the money this year.  Temperatures in the 40s and 50s, rain instead of snow.  I can take it.  Yes, I know there's a downside to having early warm temperatures, including early and increased insect populations, an increase in allergies, etc.  But this year, I just don't care. 

So, I sincerely hope it stays nice right up until spring and beyond.  Let Punxsutawney Phil be right in his prediction right up until March 19th and beyond.  After all, I hear woodchuck stew is kind of fatty and gamey.

Only 25 days until Spring.

Countdown to Spring – Seriously, Phil?

Yes, it's back - the once weekly version of this dull as dishwater series.  So, let us begin.

             Last night, as I have done for the last three nights, I maintained vigil on my waterlines to make sure they didn’t freeze by running both the hot and cold water taps for at least 30 seconds every 2-3 hours.  Yeah, sleep was less than ideal.  However, I had it happen New Year’s Day 2018 when the temperature went to -7°F.  It’s been below 0°F at night since Wednesday night, and there’s just something about waiting half a day for natural thaw and/or calling a plumber that made me decide to go for the sleep deprivation option.  It almost worked.  Had I not slipped up and checked it at 6 AM, I might still have hot water.  That’ll come back later today, though.  You might say let the water trickle or use heat tape on pipes for a better night’s sleep, but this is a unique situation where anything less than a periodic full-on tap run will not work.  Don’t argue with me – I get grumpy when I haven’t had at least my normal night’s sleep.

            But, I digress.  We turn to the south from here in New York to a little town called Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.  At around 7:25 this morning, they hauled the groundhog/woodchuck/whistling pig/destroyer of gardens and lawns named Phil out of his nice warm spot to go through the ritual of predicting how the rest of the winter is supposed to go.  This morning, it was proclaimed that Phil did not see his shadow, which allegedly points toward an early spring. 

Yeah, right.

Much as I would like to climb on that warmer and less snow and ice laden bandwagon, I have my doubts about Phil’s forecast this year.  Quite frankly, with it being maybe 10°F down there in Punxsutawney at the time, I think Phil was either hypothermic and couldn’t see or think straight, or he just wanted to get back in his nice warm hutch and told the throngs of people amassed there what they wanted to hear. 

We’re supposed to be getting some nice 40 and 50-degree weather here for the first few days next week.  It’s sort of the January thaw we didn’t get this winter.  I’ll enjoy the warm weather like everyone else.  It’s a great little respite.  But I know that the 12” of light fluffy snow that fell earlier this week will still be here after the temperatures drop back down into the more normal 20s and 30s during the day and 10s at night later on in the week.  Some of the mountains of snow that were created by bulldozers and front-loaders this past Wednesday will likely be there into March, if not until the first day of spring.

Yes, Punxsutawney Phil is right in that the weather will get better as time goes by.  It will get warmer, the migrating birds will return, the hibernators will come out of their dens, the grass will grow, the trees will come into leaf, and the flowers will bloom.  But I have a feeling it’s going to be on a normal seasonal schedule and nothing sooner.  Sorry, Folks.

Only 46 days until Spring.

Countdown to Spring – Finishing February on a Warm Note

When I got home this evening just before 5 PM, I looked at the temperature and it was 54°F.  It reached the high 50s today.  Granted it wasn’t as balmy, pleasant and very wrong temperature-wise as the 75°F we hit last Wednesday, but it was welcomed nonetheless.  Tomorrow will also be in the 50s, then we’ll drop back into the 40s for Friday, when we’re predicted to have snow again.  Sort of like last Friday.  It’s a bit of a roller coaster, but I’m kind of liking the ride, especially when the snow melts away so quickly.

The migratory birds are starting to show up.  Some are expected now, but some are early.  Sadly, my first robin sighting was a dead one on my walk home this evening.  It was likely struck by a car.  However, I was told that there are flocks of them in the area, alive and well, which makes me happy.  Lots of territorial singing by the birds now.  It’s one the signs of spring that I always enjoy, especially at first light in the morning.  A quick note on that – loving the slowly lengthening daylight hours.

Trees and bushes are definitely getting ready to send out leaves to greet the day.  But except for my favorite pussy willow, which has slowed a little in putting on its fur coats, I’m still just seeing buds.  Bigger than before, of course, but still just buds.  End of February would be way to early for anything like leaves and blooms in anything but greenhouses here in New York, crocuses and snowdrops aside.  Too many unpleasant snow and ice surprises can happen right into early April.

However, as a final note, I feel the need to say one thing.  I know it’s premature to do this, given that there’s still three weeks until Spring. 

But, HEY, (Punxsutawney) PHIL, YOU WERE WRONG!

Only 20 days until Spring.

Countdown to Spring – The Weekly Version

Yes, it’s true.  Mercifully, I am going to a once a week posting on this topic.  Just in case you might have thought I was showing mercy only to the readers, it’s also a kindness for me as well.  The daily writing of things related to counting down to spring is a discipline that was always difficult and is more so this year with changes in schedule, etc.  Perhaps for 2019, I’ll go back to the daily posts from Groundhog’s Day to the actual first day of spring.  We’ll see.

Speaking of Groundhog’s Day, dear old Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow on February 2nd.  Stupid woodchuck.  Doesn’t Phil realize we need the hope of an early spring this year?  I know it really hasn’t been any longer, colder, or snowier than what is considered normal for my area, but it sure felt/feels like it.

There are signs of hope that better weather days are ahead.  The daylight hours are getting longer, the sun coming a little sooner over the horizon and disappearing for the day just a bit later.  Warmer?  Well, no, not really, and we won’t even discuss that polar cold snap that quadrupled my electricity/heating bill last month.  However, if you’re a weather nerd like I am, you’ve noticed a long-range forecasting trend of warming up just a little faster than it was doing back in late December and a decent chunk of January.  It’s not staying obscenely cold for as long is what I’m saying.

Seed catalogs are arriving.  I don’t get as many as I used to because I don’t order that much anymore.  Many of the seed companies post their catalog online for the less frequent customers like myself to peruse.  But, there’s just something about that paper catalog, slowly turning pages and sighing heavily over pictures of fruits, vegetables and flowers which never, ever look that great in your garden that does a winter-weary heart good.  It also fuels my spring fever.  Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

I walk quite a bit more than I used to in years past.  As a result, I’m seeing the changes in trees and bushes that start this time of year.  There’s slow-growing evidence of life returning even now.  One of the first I noticed was the pussy willow I walk by every day to go to the post office.  I thought I was seeing things at first.  Nope – little fuzzy buds have emerged on the branches.  No, we’re not talking pussy willows coming into bloom – okay, fur – anytime in the next 2-3 weeks.  It’s just that there’s a reawakening going on and it’s pretty much on schedule.

So, whether you want to believe the ground hog/woodchuck/whistling pig/ whatever you call them or not, spring is coming and will be here on March 20th at 12:15 PM EDT.  It may not necessarily look or feel like it on the day.  Many times, it’s exactly like the winter season left behind the day before.  But, eventually, it always happens.

Of course, that doesn’t mean we have to be patient about it.

Only 41 days until Spring.

Countdown to Spring –The Beginning

For those who read this blog on any kind of regular basis, you know that I’ve done a countdown to spring in past years.  I usually start it on Groundhog’s Day.  I’m late this year – sue me.

So, here we are again, early into the month of February and at about the midpoint of the winter season.  So far, it hasn’t been too bad.  We’re a little light on the precipitation, but that’s not hurting my feelings.  I’ve come to a point in my life where shoveling multiple inches of that cold, wet, white stuff can be a hazard on multiple levels.  I like being able to just lean back and not worry about it and this season has mostly allowed me to do that.  Still, good snow melt equals good growing in the spring and summer, as well as reduced fire risk from overly dry conditions.  So, maybe a few more occasions of snow or rain, but not the stuff in between (sleet and freezing rain) ‘cause nobody wants to deal with that.

Then, there are the temperatures.  Yes, it’s still chilly, but it’s not been brutal – so far.  February is known for the coldest temperatures of winter in my area.  They may still happen, although the long range forecasts are saying otherwise.  I’ve never been a fan of weather that’s in the single numbers and teens during the day, so if it doesn’t happen at all this season, it won’t hurt my feelings.  It’s also kinder to my (and everyone else’s) heating budget, thank you.

In case you don’t follow Groundhog’s Day tradition, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow on February 2.  This means six more weeks of winter.  Not every groundhog polled for shadow sighting agreed.  Ms. G. in Massachusettts agreed with Phil.  However, Gen. Beauregard Lee in Georgia disagreed with his Pennsylvania counterpart, as did Shubenacadie Sam in Nova Scotia and Fred la Marmotte in Quebec, although I think those Canadian woodchucks were blinded by the same wishful thinking that I have.  Early spring would work for me and more than a few others.

Only 43 days until Spring.

The Big Chill Down

As I type this, the cold front which is allowing bone-chilling, dangerously cold air to ooze down from more northern regions of the planet has already passed through.  Under normal circumstances, the warmest part of the day in my area would be somewhere between 12 noon and 2 PM.  Today, the warmest part of the day was around 3 AM, when it was still about 22°F.  By 2 PM today, the temperature will be about 12°F, and by this time tomorrow, we will be rebounding (I hope) from temperatures that were below 0°F during the night.  Brr, baby.

In the summertime, we would actually be appreciative of what amounts to a 20-30° cool-down, a lower humidity, and a good strong breeze to usher it all in.  Not so much this time of year.  Like many, I’m not a fan of weather that’s over 80°F with a similar percentage of humidity.  But,  anybody who complains about the heat of summer by missing winter has already forgotten the temperatures that are coming tonight.

There should be no lynch mob forming for Punxsutawney Phil or any other woodland creature used to predict when the vernal equinox will be at hand, at least not yet.  He predicted an early spring and it may still happen.  A shot of cold air is bound to happen between February 2^nd and March 20^th  of any year.  It’s if it continues, if the cold air doesn’t disappear and we see more wet and white winter weather, that Ground Hog Phil, our Pennsylvania Prognosticator, should be concerned that people might checking out their cookbooks for wild game recipes.

I will finish this on a serious note – look out for those at risk in this type of weather.  From people to pets, no one should be exposed to the cold, and not just tonight, either.

Countdown to Spring: And So It Begins …

Last year, I posted every day to my personal Google page from Ground Hog’s Day to the first day of spring.  This year, I will be posting here instead.  So, if there be any followers of this blog who don’t want to read my banal words lamenting winter weather and the lack of spring day after day after day, ignore all posts starting with “Countdown to Spring” until after March 20, or 20 March for some readers who know who they are.  Most entries will be mercifully shorter than today’s post.

It’s presently snowing in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York and we have about 10” from a storm that only started about midnight last night.  It may be  revenge by the sky bears  for my laughing at the snowstorm that wasn’t last week, when they were predicting 18” or more and we only got 4”.  By the way, if you need the sky bear reference explained, you’ve lived in a snow-free location your entire life.  Anyway, they are predicting an inch of snow an hour until sometime after noon today.  When after the noontime hour ‘sometime’ occurs is anyone’s guess.

Speaking of predictions, down in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, the resident ground hog (also referred to as woodchuck, whistling pig, and that little ?##*%! that ate my garden), lovingly referred to as Phil, saw his shadow at the appointed hour this morning.  They were fortunate that the storm took a different course and they weren’t standing in the middle of a foot high snowbank when feisty Phil did his winter forecast thing.  Anyway, for those unfamiliar with the Ground Hog’s Day tradition, when the ground hog sees his shadow, it means six more weeks of winter.  Well, duh! and *sigh*.  Much as it doesn't really make a difference, I really prefer it when he doesn't see his shadow, as that means the vernal equinox is just around the corner.  However, that corner is still six weeks away.

Only 46 days until spring.

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I Love You, Phil

As I sipped my coffee with reverence in anticpation of Punxsutawney Phil's Groundhog Day prediction, they dragged out the critter that's a cousin to the ones turning my front yard hill into a maze of dens.  They put him through the pomp and cirumstance that happens every year at this time in that little town in Pennsylvania and got his prediction.  He usually sees his shadow in the minutes after sunrise, indicating six more LONG weeks of winter. 

But not this time!  The cute little ground hog didn't see his shadow this morning and has predicted that spring is just around the corner.  Woo-hoo!

Phil, for at least this year, I promise not to call you a stupid woodchuck.  You've done my winter-weary heart good.  You are my hero.

Unless you're wrong. 

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