In ancient Greece, if you wanted to know the future, you traveled to Delphi to seek the Oracle of the god Apollo. There, a priestess would tell you something vaguely associated with your primary concern. While some priestly prognostications were useful, often, the Oracle gave just enough information to really screw you up.
Many stories from those days were rooted in concern for the harvest and related to the seasons.
Today, we don’t have to travel to Delphi to know when the seasons change.Â All we have to do is look to our calendars, or so we are told.
In New England, spring officially arrived at 1:26 PM on March 20th. Then again, springtime in New England is basically “extended winter” until about mid-June, when it suddenly becomes summer and city buses start pounding the air conditioning, giving riders whose bodies have not yet adjusted to the temperature change a thrill of pneumoniaÂ as they stumble off the bus back into the heat.
The calendar says spring began on March 20th? Obviously, the calendar is not from New England. In Ancient Greece, there was theÂ Oracle. Today, we have Doppler Radar.Â Yet each February,Â we look to…a groundhog?
Like the unpredictable predictions of Ancient Greece, we are now to believe that if a rodent named “Punxatawney Phil” sees his shadow that means six moreÂ weeks of winter.<
Now, I don’t know if there are groundhogs in New England, but if you asked one to do what Phil does, it would probably say, “Predict when winter ends in New England?Â You must be nuts!Â It’s still wicked cold out he-ah!”
Well, hang in there everyone. Warmer weather will be here soon. All it takes is a little patience and positive thinking. Sunny and 70 degrees. Sunny and 70. Just keep repeating that until it becomes true.