February snow storm
Photo by J. Harrington
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At least next Saturday is groundhog day! We'll be done with January and looking for insights into how much Winter lies ahead. Punxsutawney Phil's been accurate only about 39% of the time so don't try to take his shadow to the bank, although batting .390 would definitely keep him in the big leagues. Frankly, we don't care how accurate Phil might be nearly as much as we want this Winter weather to end. It's been mostly cold, cloudy, uncomfortable and boring so far.
February open water
Photo by J. Harrington
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Maybe next month will be like February of two years ago, which brought open water and waterfowl to the nearby marshes. Many February days in Minnesota also bring impressive snowfalls. The only way we know of to discover what February will bring this year is to stick around, watch, and pay attention. We can be as sure that February will bring Valentine's Day as we are that March, or April, will bring at least some mud. After that we get 37 minutes worth of Spring before the temperatures leap into the 80's, something that seems like a fantasy at the moment.
February
Winter. Time to eat fatand watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,a black fur sausage with yellowHoudini eyes, jumps up on the bed and triesto get onto my head. It’s hisway of telling whether or not I’m dead.If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I amHe’ll think of something. He settleson my chest, breathing his breathof burped-up meat and musty sofas,purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,which are what will finish us offin the long run. Some cat owners around hereshould snip a few testicles. If we wisehominids were sensible, we’d do that too,or eat our young, like sharks.But it’s love that does us in. Over and overagain, He shoots, he scores!and faminecrouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsingeiderdown, and the windchill factor hitsthirty below, and pollution poursout of our chimneys to keep us warm.February, month of despair,with a skewered heart in the centre.I think dire thoughts, and lust for French frieswith a splash of vinegar.Cat, enough of your greedy whiningand your small pink bumhole.Off my face! You’re the life principle,more or less, so get goingon a little optimism around here.Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.
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