My friend, Jenny, sent me this beautiful poem that shares how it feels to be living in Minnesota in the winter. The picture is one that Kelly took on his way home from work. It is called a "sun dog."
'WINTER'
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre...
'SHIT, It's Cold !'
The End
7 comments:
Lisa
Linda Auwerda here...Rachelle told me about your blog. I have a copy of the photo of Natalie & Dara on my desk to send to you, but no one seems to know your address!!! I hope your eyeballs come unfrozen to be able to read this. Not to make you Utah-sick...but you are missed at school. Tell the kiddos hi.Be well.
Love the beautiful poem!
Stay warm (btw - what do people do there to stay warm and not freeze to death - curious?)
Long underwear.
The poem brings salty watery substance leaking from my eyes. So beautiful.
I'm still laughing. I have been saying that poem all day long! I thought I was being original. Merry Christmas.
Um... you have to show them the picture too! I'd put it on my blog, but my mom and sister will yell at me for swearing!
I love it! My sentiments exactly! Cold is standing outside the Logan temple doing wedding pictures when it's 2 degrees outside. Brrrrr! Poor Kathryn was freezing. That picture you have looks incredibly cold. Oh! Cold is also coming home from Utah after 5 days gone and realizing that instead of turning the heat DOWN before you left, your husband turned it OFF!! And the temperatures are lingering around zero degrees to boot. Those Amott men, I tell ya. :)
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