in which we aren’t ready

We should be ready. Our early winter has been so strangely mild. More like spring than winter, with plenty of my favorite sloppy, boot-sucking mud. I’ve been wishing for some frozen ground, but you know how it goes…. be careful what you wish for.

Where's the GRASS!
Happy Bling. She's a glass half full kind of girl.
She thinks I should get over there and scratch her back. She says I don't look too busy...
Morning water looks like this... anybody thirsty?
Miss Sprite... my favorite eating machine
Haven't we got anything fresher?

The Ladies want me to tell you to bundle up and stay warm – it’s chilly!

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