Posted by on Dec 22, 2020 | 14 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A nice scratching place, too…please don’t look…

Well, it has been too cold to tiptoe through the tulips, but today I girded my loins, or is it girdled, haha, and took a stroll through all the WONDERFUL grass that has come up with the rains.

They are called ‘weeds’, mama says, but for me, they are chewable delights until mama decides to clear the garden and plant her roses.  Even then, she MIGHT leave me a nice little weed patch, I’m certain.

I mean, won’t she?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, this is heaven, heaven, I can munch ’til I lunch…(chomp, chomp).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s this? A rogue nasturtium growing out from under the mulch bag?

Mama, you really need to tidy up out here, okay?

BUT WAIT A MINUTE! PLEASE LEAVE SOME WEEDS!

I’m going in to remind her.  She left me out here while she sneaked in to make PLUM PUDDINGS, whatever they are!

I was supposed to help stir in the butter, DARN!

Oh, well, weeds will have to do…