It's Groundhog Day!
And you know what that means, right?
First of all, it means we have an announcement to make!
And that is that Punxsutawney Phyllis, Sage of Sages, Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of Prognosticators, and Weather Prophet Extraordinaire did set forth from her burrow on Blueberry Hill this Monday February 2, 2015 at 7:25 AM and declare, "Six more weeks of winter!"
Obviously with the howling winds and heavy, blowing snow there was no possibility of seeing her shadow, but Phyllis's weather sense (possibly motivated by her desire to get right back in the burrow!) saw no signs of an early spring. We are disappointed because we are tired of winter, but we are eating strawberries to make us think of warm summer days :)
Second, that means it's my little Phyllis's 10th Anniversary Birthday Bonanza!!!
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| illustration copyright Jeff Ebbeler 2005 |
I said, "How about cupcakes?"
Phyllis said, "Something BIGGER!"
So I said, "How about this?"
Phyllis said, "But there's no ICING!"
So we settled on this:
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| and in case you are wondering, those little brown things are groundhog graham crackers... which makes this a Groundhog Day Cake :) |
"Now we need festive balloons!" said Phyllis.
"Here!" said I.
"You're kidding, of course," said Phyllis.
"What? It's blue! It's pretty!"
"It's only ONE!" said Phyllis. "ONE is not festive!"
"Fine," I said, ever accommodating.
"You're being just a tad demanding, Phyllis," I said patiently. "But I'll humor you. Will these do?"
"At last!" said Phyllis. "And now, for the most important part... my POEM!"
"Uh, yeah, about that... I'm not quite done yet."
"WHAT???!!!"
"I want it to be perfect," I explained. "After all, it's for you. It can't be just any old thrown together thing!"
"That's true," agreed Phyllis.
"But I've got to finish it quick. Everyone's going to be here soon."
"Also true," said Phyllis.
"So it would be helpful," I said pointedly, "if you would be quiet and let me concentrate."
"Okay," whispered Phyllis.
I tapped my pen against the table top.
AN ODE TO PHYLLIS
I wrote across the top of the paper.
"Good start!" said Phyllis.
"Thank you."
I tapped some more.
There once was a groundhog named Phyllis
"Stop," said Phyllis.
"What do you mean, stop?"
"Nothing rhymes with Phyllis. Believe me. I know. That's a nonstarter."
"How about There once was a groundhog named Phyllis/Who made so much noise that her poem will never get written?"
"That doesn't rhyme," sniffed Phyllis. But she stopped talking.
tap tap tap tap tap
In the hollow of old Punxsutawney
Lived Phyllis, whose fur was so . . .
"STOP!" said Phyllis.
"What now?"
"What is it with you and these impossible words? NOTHING rhymes with Punxsutawney! You're supposed to be writing me a poem! Poems are supposed to RHYME!"
"For your information, Miss Smarty Pants, I was going to say 'whose fur was so tawny', but forget it."
"Yeah, well, that's pretty much cheating. Punxsutawney and tawny - it's practically rhyming the same word with itself."
"Aren't you supposed to be outside looking for your shadow or something?"
"It's too early," said Phyllis comfortably, helping herself to a strawberry.
I sighed.
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
Oh, Phyllis, you forecasting marmot
"Er. Ahem. I don't mean to interrupt, but seriously, marmot? Where can you possibly go with that?"
"Harm it?!" I suggested.
"No..." said Phyllis, oblivious. "I don't think so. And I don't think you're quite getting the sense of an ode. You're supposed to be praising me. You have to set the mood."
"I'll set a mood all right."
Phyllis ignored me and gazed out the window. "Maybe something like:
Phyllis, your fur is so fine
Your eyes sparkle like finest wine..."
"Hacksputtercough! I'm sorry. I just had to gag a little there."
"It's better than yours!"
"How do you know? You won't let me get past the first line!"
"Here's what we'll do," said Phyllis. "I'LL write a poem and YOU write a poem and then we'll see whose is better."
"You're going to write an ode to yourself?"
"Who better? I know me and love me well!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
"Stop tapping your pen!"
"Stop talking!"
Hmmpphh!
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"I've got one," said Phyllis. She cleared her throat and read,
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I can write poems
Way better than you!
"Well in that case," I shot back,
Two poems diverged in a snowy wood
And I,
I chose the better one...
Which was not yours!
"Hmm..." Phyllis said primly. "I don't think we're there yet. Ready, set, write another one!"
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"How about this?" said Phyllis.
so much depends
upon
a brown groundhog
seeking shadows
beside a green
pine tree
"Hey, that's not bad!" I said.
"Let's hear yours," said Phyllis.
Phyllis is the thing without feathers (I began)
"What kind of thing is that to say?" demanded Phyllis. "I'm a groundhog! Of COURSE I don't have FEATHERS!"
"You're interrupting!" I grumped. "Are you going to let me read it or not?"
"Fine. Read. But I don't think there's much hope for this one." She snickered.
I glared, and started again:
Phyllis is the thing without feathers
That perches in the burrow
And searches the air with her nose
for signs of spring.
Phyllis patted my hand. "It's okay that you're not very good at this. You're trying. That's what's important." She stuffed a strawberry in my mouth. "Let's keep practicing. Maybe you'll get better."
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"Done!" I said.
"I was done first three times in a row," said Phyllis. "That means you have to read first."
Really, it is hard to follow groundhog logic. Actually, groundhog logic is probably an oxymoron.
I sighed. "Okay. But let me read the whole thing. Don't interrupt."
"I would never do that," said Phyllis sweetly. She sat up on her haunches and prepared to listen attentively.
AN ODE TO PHYLLIS
by Susanna
Beauty, wit, charm, grace
Fuzzy little marmot face
Unsurpassed intelligence
Never-equaled weather sense
Even though you're not a boy
You're Punxsutawney's pride and joy
My furry friend, you know it's true
There's no one else on earth like you!
Phyllis jumped in my lap and gave me a hug. "See? I KNEW you could do it! Now I'll read mine."
ODE TO PHYLLIS
by Phyllis
Lavender's blue dilly dilly lavender's green
It's really true dilly dilly I should be queen
Lavender's green dilly dilly lavender's blue
I'm a Punxsutawney dream-come-true.
"Ye-ah...," I said. "You should have quit while you were ahead."
"Yeah, probably," said Phyllis. "But never mind. Happy birthday to me!"
Happy Birthday, dear Phyllis,
Happy Birthday to you!!!
And now, Phyllis and I are looking forward with GREAT anticipation to reading YOUR poems for Phyllis, and hopefully seeing some videos too (no pressure, Erik) since we totally failed on that score!
If you wrote a poem for Phyllis, and/or have photographs, drawings, videos, or other fun feature accompaniments, please add your post-specific blog link to the list below, or post your poem etc in the comments, or Email it to me and I'll post it for you so that we can all enjoy everyone's creativity!
Maybe Phyllis and I will pick some top finishers, or maybe we'll have a vote later in the week, but either way, some people will win a signed copy of PUNXSUTAWNEY PHYLLIS (if there's anyone left on earth who doesn't already have one or who wants another for someone), a signed copy of Pat Miller's wonderful SUBSTITUTE GROUNDHOG along with audio CD!, and there will be some other non-groundhog-day-related picture books up for grabs too.
Happy Groundhog Day to everyone! May spring come early in your hearts, even if the weather outside fails to comply! :)
Have a marvelous Monday! :)
And please don't miss Julie's amazing and clever poem in the comments! HERE
And Karen's delightful poem HERE
And Sarah's wonderful ode HERE
And Jilanne's terrific limerick HERE
