A Little Poem...

especially for my cold blooded friends (this means you, Dad and Miss K!).

It’s winter in Ohio
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty five below

Oh, how I love Ohio
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Ohio
Cuz I’m frozen to the ground!

I didn't write it--it was in our Spinner's and Weaver's Guild Newsletter, and they got it from another guild, but it pretty well sums it all up!

Still having computer issues, hope to resolve them soon (quick, before I lose what little brain I have left!).