Ruth, that's a pretty Brug!
Patrick, your yellow snow comment reminded me of a couple of Zappa songs:
Dreamed I was an Eskimo, Frozen wind began to blow, Under my boots 'n around my toe,
Frost had bit the ground below, Was a hundred degrees below zero...
And my momma cried: Nanook-a, no no...
An' she said with a tear in her eye:
WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW...
Well right about that time, people, a fur trapper had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind
my igyaloo and he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal with a lead-filled snow shoe...
That got me just about as evil as an Eskimo boy can be ... so I bent down
an' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly ... YELLOW SNOW!
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals and
rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion...
And then, in a fit of anger, I pounced and I pounced again
GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY
I jumped up 'n down on the chest of the fur trapper
Well, he was very upset, as you can understand and rightly so because
The deadly Yellow Snow Crystals had deprived him of his sight...
I cut a bit out so it wouldn't be a huge post, these are links to the full lyrics:
Don't Eat the Yellow Snow
Nanook Rubs ItLynne
USDA Zone 9b
Heat Zone 10
Bradenton, Florida
