I'm c c cold

wow , look at those icicles

This reminds me of a Shakespeare poem which I learnt when I was about 7 or 8:

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

I always felt sorry for greasy Joan and poor Marian. :)

Fab Photo Gee & Lovely Old English Poem Gee :)

That's definitely c-c-c-c-c-c-cold. :o(

Great photo and poem Gee :0)

Thank you Gee19, goes beautifully with the picture!

Beautiful Gee. Great work.