Notes from your Alta Library

Our February friend, the prognosticator, Punxatawney Phil, has delivered our fate.  He looked out of his burrow on Feb. 2, saw his shadow and immediately scuttled back to his warm and cozy bed – leaving us to wish we could do the same.  But, of course, that is not a possibility and so we must look for alternatives to this seemingly interminable winter of bone-chilling cold, snow that falls and winds that blow.

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