Well, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter means at least 16 more on the Island, even though it seems silly to put a lot of faith in a fat little rodent giving us a weather prediction. The penguin I saw on the beach on Monday told me Phil has no formal meteorological background anyway.

Let’s start this week by reminding ourselves we will sit on our decks again. We will pull shellfish from the bay and steam them in the backyard.