Chuck Says, “GO PATRIOTS!”
(Via gardenauthor)
Hi - Chuck, here. I know, I know... I haven't posted since September 28th, when I extolled the wonders of Topsfield Fair and offered to stand guard over your vegetable garden, while you were gone. There was a dearth of offers for this service, so I turned my attentions to home improvements... dug a winter burrow, complete with hibernation chamber and grass mat. After an early fall of non-stop eating, I was upholstered with an extra layer of fat and ready for hibernation.
Now, here in New England, we woodchucks hibernate from October until mid to late-March. No need to wake us up on Groundhog Day (like my poor relative, Phil, in Pennsylvania, yesterday)... we are going to breathe once every six minutes, until spring arrives - either which way, I figure we've all got at least another 6 weeks of winter, so enjoy!
But, when I awaken this spring, I'll have a few choice words for that usurper, Simon P. Squirrel. I understand that, in my absence, he's appointed himself as a member of our blogging team... we'll see about that in April! ("Game on," Simon!)
As you may have observed by now, news of the outside world occasionally filters through to my chambers. I understand that this is something called "Superbowl Sunday," which humans celebrate by feasting all day and evening... I hear they line up on the couch, stuffing their faces right up until bedtime, watching other humans exercise all evening - engaging in something known as "football." I also understand that the least popular game food is a tray of raw vegetables, called "crudités." What are those humans thinking? All I can say is, hold the dipping sauce and save some crudités for my April "breakfast!"
Being a native New Englander, I'll be rooting for the New England Patriots, from deep within my bunker. So, at the risk of offending my fellow New York marmots, or groundhogs (who, I assume, are rooting for the NY Giants), I have just one thing left to say......................................
"Go Patriots!" *
*Editor's Disclaimer: Although I may concur with the above sentiment, and this may seem a fairly sleazy, cowardly way in which to post my team spirit and proclaim my team allegiance, I must distance myself from my fellow blog team members and emphasize that these mammals are solely responsible for the content of their postings. I merely provide the venue for Chuck and Simon - their opinions and views are not necessarily mine, although they may be. And the term, alter ego does not apply... I am only the typist. Have a nice Superbowl Sunday!
©2008 Deb Lambert
Hi - Chuck, here. I know, I know... I haven't posted since September 28th, when I extolled the wonders of Topsfield Fair and offered to stand guard over your vegetable garden, while you were gone. There was a dearth of offers for this service, so I turned my attentions to home improvements... dug a winter burrow, complete with hibernation chamber and grass mat. After an early fall of non-stop eating, I was upholstered with an extra layer of fat and ready for hibernation.Now, here in New England, we woodchucks hibernate from October until mid to late-March. No need to wake us up on Groundhog Day (like my poor relative, Phil, in Pennsylvania, yesterday)... we are going to breathe once every six minutes, until spring arrives - either which way, I figure we've all got at least another 6 weeks of winter, so enjoy!
But, when I awaken this spring, I'll have a few choice words for that usurper, Simon P. Squirrel. I understand that, in my absence, he's appointed himself as a member of our blogging team... we'll see about that in April! ("Game on," Simon!)
As you may have observed by now, news of the outside world occasionally filters through to my chambers. I understand that this is something called "Superbowl Sunday," which humans celebrate by feasting all day and evening... I hear they line up on the couch, stuffing their faces right up until bedtime, watching other humans exercise all evening - engaging in something known as "football." I also understand that the least popular game food is a tray of raw vegetables, called "crudités." What are those humans thinking? All I can say is, hold the dipping sauce and save some crudités for my April "breakfast!"
Being a native New Englander, I'll be rooting for the New England Patriots, from deep within my bunker. So, at the risk of offending my fellow New York marmots, or groundhogs (who, I assume, are rooting for the NY Giants), I have just one thing left to say......................................"Go Patriots!" *
*Editor's Disclaimer: Although I may concur with the above sentiment, and this may seem a fairly sleazy, cowardly way in which to post my team spirit and proclaim my team allegiance, I must distance myself from my fellow blog team members and emphasize that these mammals are solely responsible for the content of their postings. I merely provide the venue for Chuck and Simon - their opinions and views are not necessarily mine, although they may be. And the term, alter ego does not apply... I am only the typist. Have a nice Superbowl Sunday!
©2008 Deb Lambert
