Gobbler’s Knob: such a gross name

But it is from ‘ol Gobbler’s Knob that our friend Punxsutawney Phil decided spring is on the way.

Tell that to people in the Midwest. Or Northeast. Or anywhere in the South. Or here, where it was -5 or -10 this morning, depending on who you talked to (through chattering teeth).

But Phil seems to be the expert. The expert vermin.

I say that it’s time to buck up and appreciate the last of winter! This year, I’ve been trying to ride out and appreciate all of the seasons (especially decorative gourd season). When spring comes, it will be lovely and fresh and I will be psyched and camera-happy. Few things make me happier than tulips, really.

But for now, a slew of winter scenes. To be viewed with coffee or hot chocolate or peppermint tea in hand. Under a down blanket. With wool socks on. To remind us that this can be one truly beautiful season, too.*

(can’t help but think it might be made more beautiful with these boots keeping my feet toasty:

I’ve only been talking about them for months, but haven’t yet taken the plunge. I’m hoping my tax refund comes through for me – big money, big money!)

{Phil photo from groundhog.org. All the rest by me, minus the amazon.com boot screenshot}