TPM – An Ode to Winter

Here in Calgary is has been a long and cold winter.  I am not just saying that, it is true, it has been statistically colder, for longer this winter than it has in years.  I am not a huge fan of the chinook, as it usually results in a terrible migraine for me, but I am embracing the upcoming warming trend with open arms.  I am ready to say good-bye to the snow, and be able to go for walks at lunch without risk of frostbite. And with that here is Monday’s terrible poetry.

I wake this morning to ice and snow,                                                                                                 For the hundredth day in a row.                                                                                                     My kids are tired of mitts and boots,                                                                                             This is no weather for growing fruit.                                                                                            The warm wind is starting to blow,                                                                                               And Calgary’s hopes begin to grow,                                                                                                  I tell myself not to celebrate to soon,                                                                                                I am still expecting snow in June.


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Mom of two, student, wife, daughter... where does one keep all these hats?
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