And all through the House
Every Creature was Frozen
Including the Mouse
The Toothpaste was iced in the Bathroom (unfair).
And Soap in the Laundry won't pour anywhere.
| Are these Rock Pigeons or Willow Ptarmigan? Note the protective coloring... |
***And now you tell me that d*mned overgrown lawn rat saw his shadow etc. etc.
As I told the boss...as of the 2nd day of February in Upstate NY, there will ALWAYS 6 more weeks of winter.
Or really more like 12 or 14.
And that blasted marmot won't show his furry face until the beans and peas are sprouting up in the garden and he can have him a nice salad with the best of my lettuce.
Winter.
I'm over it.
6 comments:
'Tain't over, there, and 'tain't over, here. But we have the Iditarod to run, so winter can and should end as soon as the last musher crosses under the burled arch in Nome.
Rev. Paul, Hooray for the Iditarod! Last year I read a list of what Dallas Seavey wears when out on the trail. Mind boggling on one hand. On the other hand I wish I had some of that stuff. It is pretty much impossible to heat this place and the average temperature...indoors on an inside wall...is 50 degrees. That fact colors my perception of winter. The only time we are really warm is under a huge mountain of blankets at night or in the car. lol On the other hand, it was built as a summer home by engineering geniuses and stays pretty cool even in the hottest summer weather
Loved the poem, and the last photo made me giggle!
Sounds like you need a roaring wood stove to heat your home. When I was a kid, we lived in an old log house for a while with no electricity, and a dug out basement that had a wood/coal furnace. Got a little cold upstairs in the bedrooms if the furnace went out.
Shirley, thanks! It seems I have lived in cold houses most of my life, old farm houses, cabins in the woods...when we were kids we were all piled into one bed with big old featherbeds over and under us. Wish I had one now. lol
I love your poem! You are so talented
Thank you, Linda
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