Snow flurries were blowing as I headed to my car. I was parked across the street from McWalker Yarns .
Look what I saw embedded in the street.
As I read Linda Pastan’s obituary in the Washington Post I remembered a book of hers on my shelf. When I read The Last Uncle I was so moved by her poetry, I wrote to her. She wrote back. Fortunately I’d tucked the postcard inside the book. Postmarked 2004.
Because I don’t have permission to reprint her poems here today, my wish is you’ll find one, they are out there on the Internet, read her words and know the world will miss her.
A link to Linda Pastan reading three of her poems.
Here’s a link to Kirk Lawrence reading of one of her poems on YouTube titled My Obituary
How it started- Groundhog’s Day first celebration in Punxsutawney was in 1886.
“If Candlemas Day be fair and bright, Winter will have another fight. If Candlemas Day brings cloud and rain, Winter will not come again.
A Scottish saying:
If Candlemas be fine and clear, There’ll be two winters in the year.”
Here’s a 2014 blog post about the movie Groundhog Day filmed in Woodstock, Illinois.
Shadow or no? Check back after sunrise Feb 2nd