In my neck of the woods, we call a ground hog a woodchuck. I wonder how much wood could a woodchuck – especially if he lives in Minnesota? Quite a bit, I imagine, especially if he wants to keep the home fires burning.
When a day is set aside for this notable little critter, it makes me wonder how it all got started. I love checking out the historical reason for things. However, when you live up north, it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that we’re going to have six more weeks of winter no matter if that fur ball sees his shadow or not.
To add to the excitement, it seems half of the population of America is focusing on my home state this weekend, because of the Super Bowl. The temperatures are expected to plummet well below zero – giving the tourists a true taste of what it’s like to live on the Tundra. Frozen noses and fingers will be abundant. Still, they will come, because we have built it. There will be no hard feelings that the home team isn’t playing this Sunday. Really! Our economy is going to sky rocket over the next few days. Money will drop like manna from heaven. Why on earth would we feel bad?
When you place your weather predictions in the hands of rodent, you can expect disastrous results, but when you live in one of the coldest parts of the country, you can still enjoy life. We have snow castles, ice sculptures, craft breweries, great musicians and entertainment, warm clothes, cheese curds, Lutefisk and everything you need to survive the tortures of winter.
No this is not a post from the Minnesota Office of Tourism.