Everywhere I turn - on blogs, forums, in the news, people I see - EVERYONE is complaining about the long winter. So, considering it's 14 BELOW ZERO this morning, I dedicate this little limerick I wrote to all of us hanging on to our sanity by our cold, frozen fingernails:
Cabin Fever
The white snow is lovely at first-
So pretty I feel I could burst.
But by February
I am climbing a tree
And feel nothing but wretched and cursed.


















