The notion of a holiday based on the forecasting abilities of a particular rodent is something I can’t say enough good things about. We need a good many more ridiculous holidays! Especially when we are in the dead of winter, gripping our snow shovels in manic determination and reading seed catalogues as if they were gospel truth.
Seriously, right now any reason to get out of the house is a good reason.
My little village has a special fondness for the prognosticating groundhog, ever since it appeared in the Harold Ramis movie of the same name. We still have, more than twenty years later, picures of Bill and Phil (or Bill as Phil if you want to be pedantic) hanging in local eateries. As a claim to fame it isn’t much, but as an excuse for a midwinter festival, you can’t beat it. Greetings from Gobbler’s Knob!