Ruthie over at Nature Knitter had a post today that reminded me of a framed poster that I have hanging in our bathroom. It always gets a comment from everyone availing themselves of our facilities for the first time. I found it in a gift shop years ago and would give credit to the original author but have no idea who that might be, so here it is:
Minnesota - Closed for glacier repairs.
Land of many cultures . . . mostly throat.
Minnesota . . . come fall in love with a loon.
I came, I froze, I transferred.
Save a Minnesotan. Eat a mosquito.
One day it's warm, the rest of the year it's cold.
Minnesota. . . home of blond hair and blue ears.
Where the elite meet the sleet.
Minnesota . . . have you jump started your kid today?
Many are cold, but few are frozen.
You are entering Minnesota. Use alternate route.
Minnesota Theater of Sneezes.
Land of 10,000 Petersons, Andersons, Johnsons and Nelsons.
Survive Minnesota, and the rest of the world is easy.
In Minnesota, ducks don't fly south. People do.
Minnesota . . . glove it or leave it.
Land of two seasons. Winter is coming and winter is here.
Jack frost likes Minnesota. He spends half his life here.
Minnesota . . . mosquito supplier to the free world.
Minnesota . . . where visitors turn blue with envy.
There are only two things you can grow in Minnesota . . . colder and older.
If you love Minnesota, raise your right ski.
The way this winter is starting out, the above may become all the more meaningful this year. (And yes, it is snowing as I speak.)