It's like Winter watched us swoon

over the mild season we've had and our worship of that giant rodent on February 2nd... not Punxsutawney Phil, but the one down here... General Lee... and his prediction of an early Spring... and Winter just said, "Limit me, will you?!? Hope you have some long-handles prepped, 'cause here it comes!"

And now we suffer.

I wonder how groundhog tastes?

sP