After having some mild winter temps lately, we are in a bit of a deep freeze once again, so I thought this poem that circulates around would be quite fitting to share. :)
| A MONTANA POEM It's winter in Montana, And the gentle breezes blow. Seventy miles an hour, At thirty-five below. Oh, how I love Montana, When the snow's up to your butt. You take a breath of winter air, And your nose gets frozen shut. Yes, the weather here is wonderful, So I guess I'll hang around. I could never leave Montana, 'Cause I'm frozen to the ground! |  |
--Nikki / myMountainStudio
