Dear Punxsutawney Phil,
I was giving you the benefit of the doubt about spring arriving. Even though the weather has been pretty cold and rainy over the past few weeks, I told myself to be patient. But this is going too far.
It's not that it hasn't snowed in April in past years; it certainly has - welcome to Pennsylvania, right? But in most of those past years, you predicted six more weeks of winter. This time, you didn't. And that's why I am currently wishing for an Oscar the Opossum or Elmer the Elk or some other weather-predicting animal to replace you in your weatherman capacity. You gave us hope, Phil - you gave us hope that for the first time in a long time, we'd have an early run of nice spring weather. For once, we'd be having shorts weather at the appropriate time; we could get working on our gardens and landscaping earlier; we could start grilling dinner on a regular basis without wearing a parka.
Well, those hopes were dashed. It's been nasty and rainy and just plain too cold for this time of year. The last straw was the oozy, wet snowy mess that came down from the sky on Wednesday. C'mon!
I'm still going to be patient a little longer. Until spring truly arrives, I'll keep wearing boots and hope for flip-flops. I'll be positive and keep an eye on the little piles covered with snow where I know tulips will soon be emerging. But I'll remember what you said, Phil.
You'd better get it right next year.
--Victoria Stanish, The Daily Press Editor