IN MY CURRENT CHAOS OF ICE DAMS ON THE ROOF and ever more, more, more snow on the ground, I almost forgot to raise a teacup to the voracious woodchuck, or groundhog, whose official day this is.
I can say with certainty that no large rodent or any other creature is going to find as much as the doorway to its burrow in these here parts today, whatever that means for the timing of spring’s arrival.
My best groundhog story takes place on the Fourth of July, however, and many years ago. It’s a story of city-girl arrogance, and trying to fool Mother Nature. Enjoy it.