Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Hah! Thought we might be through with winter? No way. For those of you who know me, winter is my second favorite season, behind fall. I would much rather shovel than weed or mow. And it gives me a chance to wear my sweaters and vests. I blame it on my husband for taking us to Alaska.
Tracy, from the Bayside Salon, brought in this poem. I don't know the author, but it speaks to what we have been experiencing this winter.
It's winter here in Michigan and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles and hour at seventy-five below,
Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter and your nose get frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
So I guess I 'll hang around.
I could never leave Michigan
Cause I 'm frozen to the ground.