. . . or whether the weather is hot, we'll weather the weather, whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.
Here is my blanket, washed and patched in preparation for the Long Wetness. It has a poem in it, which makes it very special indeed. My heart has a song in it, which makes IT special, and my tummy has a flake of hay in it, which makes IT special. My step has a spring, my eye has a twinkle. Life is good.