Grasping at Hope

 

Above: perennial icon Staten Island Chuck, apparently feelling the love despite the bitter, sleety February weather. Chuck failed to see his shadow, thereby predicting an early spring (he didn’t bite anyone, either:  maybe the chocolate put him in a good mood?)  I’m clinging, like faithful acolytes everywhere, to the possibility that Chuck might be correct. Just remember, everybody – only 46 days til spring!

One Response to “Grasping at Hope”

  1. Digital Dame Says:

    Let’s hope the little furball is right. We’re fine out here, he’d see his shadow today, but I’m hoping we won’t suddenly be deluged and have mudslides and flooding. Never know what Mother Nature is going to throw at us.

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