Goose

There once was a boy from Quebec
Who was buried in snow to the neck
When they asked, "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is,
But we don't call this cold in Quebec!"

Speaking of the cold, today a cold front is moving through the area and the temperature has been dropping sharply the past few hours. And speaking of Quebec, I heard the first Canadian Goose this morning, honking on its migratory path towards warmer weather. Would that I could go south to warmer weather with him. 



A closeup of a flower that appears as a design on one of my nightgowns.
I thought it was pretty.
So there.




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