It's my most favorite day of winter - Groundhog Day! It's a day of hope. As in - I hope it will be very cloudy in the morning so Punxsutawney Phil won't see his shadow. As in - I hope there won't be very many ice storms this February. As in - I hope the bulbs won't come up too soon and turn into little green icicles (again).
I spend the week leading up to Groundhog day looking for signs of spring. This year I found a great one on the streets of Manhattan. It's a little blurry because of a stiff wind coming up off of the Hudson, but do you see it?
Those five little leaves on a rose bush. A tinge of red at the base of the green new Spring growth. It's hope on a stem.
Sure, Manhattan is about two weeks ahead of our bucolic manor when it comes to the seasons warming up - and two weeks behind when it comes to cooling down. So seeing these little leaves making their way out of the bud-state and into sunshine seeking little rose hands of happiness definitely gives me hope.
And that's why I love Groundhog Day!
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