I’ve taken my time responding to the Imaginary Garden’s challenge, but was prodded into it by reading – consecutively – Celie’s very very cold post from The Kitchen’s Garden and Granny 1947’s superheated complaint from South Africa. It seemed to fit the chained rhyme form (rhyming the last syllable of one line to the first syllable of the next)
One frozen friend in Illinois wishes it was hot.
Not so for a southern hemisphere blogger,
hogger of all the heat that’s going -
doing the things I so want to do -
who is at the end of her tether.
Weather too cold or too hot?
not happy with your climate?
hating too much rain, or too little?
simple answer: become a nomad.