Peering out from under my rock to mark the day. Groundhog Day, yes (six more weeks of winter here, which is good since we have the lowest snow pack in decades) but before Punxsutawney, the day was known as Imbolc. Halfway between winter solstice and vernal equinox. Peak Perspective (featured this week on funny bloggers page) provided a poem in honor of the day:
The serpent will come from the hole On the brown Day of Bríde, Though there should be three feet of snow On the flat surface of the ground.
For those who prefer their Gaelic straight:
Thig an nathair as an toll Là donn Brìde, Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd Air leac an làir.*
Now if that doesn’t make one want to go out and do the town …