“There is snow, everywhere! It’s just unbelievable! (As we would ever get snow up here, the North way, so close to the Polar bears who walk the streets in here!)“ Gun Roswell

Hop over the snowy hedge why don’t you!

There really is no escaping, when the weather gods are breaking in, the wintry storms filled with, well, snow! Lots of it too! Yeah, it’s really pouring now!

There really is no escaping, just trying to muddle through all that, heavenly shit, that is if you are not really into it and the way it just hits, one day, out of the blue, when it was just yesterday, all over grey, and then, the next one, all white fun!

There really is no escaping, nowhere to run, certainly no place to hide, as it really pours when it rains, well, snows really, but it’s all the same to me, as I don’t really it feel. Call me a spoil sport, I don’t really care, as I don’t really like winter, and it’s said out loud so there!

So, to recap what this winter wonderland is all about, at least from a point of view of someone, who could so very easily do, without, as it is a total louse (talking from experience):

Below freezing temperatures one day, the coldness seeping through, no matter the thick clothing you really cannot move in, soon enough, you will be holding your ears, fingers and toes, in a bunched up ball and when you get home, the colouring of red and blue, are the overall hue.

The next day, the slippery slope is the way, as the slightly above degrees, lets you for a moment breathe. Alas, the icy bumps on each and every surface, as the “warm weather” adjusted the pure white snow, to something so awful, not even a shovel, can break it apart, not even if you try to use it, like really smart!

Then, there are those days, when you wished just in your comfy bed to lay. The white powdery stuff just keeps on pouring, the winds howling and roaring. Because when you are finally trying to get out of the house, even to check your mailbox, then guess what? The snow has pushed itself against the door, and there is no way, to crack it open, not even screaming and kicking on the floor helps, trust me, I’ve tried. So, the advice here is to stay at home, until, gone is all that snow.

But hey, no matter how bad the weather gets, at least, the pictures, well, those look great!
And if you really think the grass is still green on the other side, you really cannot so clearly see, and yes, even snow free!? Hey, why don’t you just try, to hop over the snowy hedge? Yes, well, what did you really except, some miracle or another to wash away all that, snow? (Ok so no last rhyme, which is fine, as this is a bastardised version of a poem anyway.)