Tom winced. “Remember February? Groundhog said: six more weeks of winter.”
“What sensible person believes rodents?” Jimmy chuckled. “Our local radio weatherman said it’ll be sunny and warm sometime soon.”
Next day, early morning, there was a knock on their bedroom door. Dad entered, dressed in his outdoors winter attire, complete with toque and heavy gloves.
“Okay boys,” he began. “Which one of you will be ready first to help with the shovelling?”
Tom moved a pen towards his wall calendar. Under March 1st, he scribbled “in like a lion”.