People in Frankfort finally got dug out from last weekend’s snowstorm, only to face another significant storm at week’s end. Snow, coupled with sub-zero temperatures, have combined to give us a real, old-fashioned winter.

For me, though, winter has lost its charm, mostly because of the excessive cost of keeping the oil tank full. We keep thinking that something has to give, that the price will eventually drop, but that seems a pipe dream, since prices continue to rise rather than fall.

All of which gets me, and everyone else, thinking about spring. Recent trends show that spring now arrives by mid-March, but this year may come as an exception to that rule. Those old enough to remember 40, 50 or more years back, can bring to mind years when deep snow and cold temperatures persisted through April. It happened then and it can happen again.

And so it was with some trepidation that I listened to the announcement that Punxsutawney Phil, the famous weather-predicting groundhog, had seen his shadow and therefore predicted six more weeks of winter. Seeking solace, I checked out Staten Island Chuck, New York’s version of Punxsutawney Phil. Happily, Chuck did not see his shadow and so predicted an early spring. Way to go, Chuck.

History note

The Republican Journal, Feb. 2, 1905: “Mrs. Delia Hill, who broke her arm and dislocated her wrist by falling on the icy sidewalk in Brewer a few weeks ago, has returned from Bangor, where she went to have her arm cared for by Dr. Edmunds. Mrs. Hill is dependent upon her own exertions for a livelihood, and this accident will debar her from working for many months.”

Weekly quote

“The time will come when winter will ask what you were doing all summer.” — Henry Clay