…on Groundhog Songs: from the Woods to the Underground

For your amusement and whimsy – and, if I am honest, it is likely that only Gerri and Michele will enjoy a chortle – I present a sampling of my observations on PHIL, et al, with a little support from The Great One and my home city…

Groundhogs are magnanimous creatures, if not hammy, as well as being a trifle – nay, VERY! – reticent; for, on how many occasions have we beheld the diminutive prognosticators being forcibly extracted from their acceptably cramped warrens of peace for the benefit of the assembly?  Were the choices the groundhogs’, the multitudes above would tarry in expectation ad infinitum, as our friends declined to conform to the wishes of said masses hovering above ground.  Kinda like this; but not for the amusement of onlookers and travellers (this they do out of generosity); rather themselves.

“…the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspended their deeds until the wayfarer has passed onward.”

Groundhogs are underrated artists, who most likely should – and probably wish to! – be left to excavate underground; also ad infinitum…ya know, how the hordes on the surface should be rightly compelled to linger!

“…without feeling that the forest overpowered the mind of the builder, and that his chisel, his saw, and plane still reproduced its ferns, its spikes of flowers, its locust, elm, oak, pine, fir, and spruce.”

The self-reliant and non-conformist groundhog unearths joy in celebrating and lauding his very existence in a way so perfect as to conspire to emulate the most perfect serendipity!  Thus:

“…But your isolation must not be mechanical, but spiritual, that is, must be elevation. At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles. Friend, client, child, sickness, fear, want, charity, all knock at once at thy closet door, and say, — ‘Come out unto us.’ But keep thy state; come not into their confusion.”

Their own brand of churlish objection to circumnavigation of the (beneath the crust portion) globe is precisely why groundhogs, if left to their own devices, would choose to remain…

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2 thoughts on “…on Groundhog Songs: from the Woods to the Underground

  1. Every year we watch with bated breath if Punxsutawney Phil to Staten Island Chuck(in the states) will see their shadow. Just as the cow is considered sacred in some religions we revere the groundhog as the furry god of spring. Hopefully… Yes you are so right Miss Iron Fist they are little artists relentlessly carving their underground tunnels. Who would think that these creative “little varmints” (Yosemite Sam) would determine when we can do our first spring cleaning or take the cover off of our outdoor grill. Every February 2nd I hear those magic words….
    “They say we’re young and we don’t know
    We won’t find out until we grow
    Well I don’t know if all that’s true
    ‘Cause you got me, and baby I got you
    Babe
    I got you babe
    I got you babe….

    Your writing is quite impeccable Miss Iron Fist and as always it is a pleasure to join in the conversation. Thank you for your inviting me!! xxxxx

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    • It is lovely to have someone appreciate the Little Varmints as much as I do. And thanks for the song, young lady. Now I want to see a video of you singing it just for me xxxx

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