Wow my furriends! It's been forever since we've been together in the garden. This time of year is tough. It's wet. It's muddy. Stuff is a mess because mom and dad were
neglectful gallavanting. I have so much to do to get things cleaned up...but...days are short and now my time in the garden is limited. Figaro and I surveyed the situation this past weekend.
There are a few carrots left to be picked. I keep meowing at mom to dig them all up before they are bigger than me. She does not listen. She thinks they will be find staying in the ground until she is ready.
This stresses me out.
Do you realize there is a chance these poor carrots may spend Christmas alone in the garden? I beg mom to get them dug up before Christmas Eve...although...what if Santa and his reindeer are hungry? What if they need a little nibble from my garden? Ok, I'll leave some.
Hope you know Santa...I've been a VERY good girl. Maybe a few new garden tools in my stocking?