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.