Twas a frosty ride through the mountains of Croatia, but made it we did.

Gone are summer’s  laughter and music of summer,

The cats snuggle in whatever covering they can find,

The houses are shut tight,

The wind and rain have chased all away,

To our own refuge we three go,

Toby has forgotten how wet and cold it can be soaked to the bone he be,

Onward and upward to our place we be,

Ah, only to find freezing it be!!!

Brrrrr, on with the heat we say, hurry, hurry please be.

Vince Nakovics 15Dec2018