Gee, and summer's not even finished yet.

Will he use the repeated experience to _finally_ succeed to learn piano ?

We learn something every day ... even about Ground Hog Day.

Apparently it tells whether Spring will be early or late this year ...
if the wee beastie goes into snooze-mode, the crocus/croci (or whatever
flower comes up in the US) will be a bit late in showing up in the
pavement cracks.

For me, during my student London sojourn, the miracle of a brightly coloured crocus
showing it's morning face along the Wimbledon pavements, flash with delight to mind.

But best of all was a trip to Hampton Court in April ... when I beheld with Wordsworth
"A host, of golden daffodils".

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Sorry chaps ... forgive the exuberance ... and to think we were talking of Hogs!