Wotcha!
Oooooh, wasn’t it chilly this morning? A frost-scraper of a morning for those of you that drive, and a finger-freezer of a morning for those that travel by other means and forgot their gloves.
A little frosty-morning rhyme snuck into my head as I was walking to the station:
It’s frosty out this morning
I feel my fingers freeze
The birds are going bonkers
As they flit about the trees.
A little later, after a particularly violent sneeze, I amended it:
It’s frosty out this morning
So cold it makes me sneeze
The noisy nose explosion
Scares the birdies from the trees.
Or maybe it was a second verse?
Anyway, I was delighted when my pals on Facebook replied to my efforts with little rhymes of their own – isn’t it lovely how the Rhyming Bug can wiggle its way into other people heads, and make them rhyme too?
I had to share this one with you, penned by my friend Jon – it’s soooo sweet, and really made me smile!
The frost is on the branches,
The snowdrops and the rose,
We need to knit some tiny socks
To warm the birdies’ toes.
How cute is that?! So cute it prompted a wobbly little finger-doodle on my phone on the train once my fingers had thawed out:
Cheers for planting the image in my head Mr Jordan!
Rose Appleby 