You-know-who was busy sewing and said if I was very good I could write a post for the blog. Well, you know I am always very good, right? It was a done deal from the word go.
I was lingering about with some of the new guys on the block deciding what I should write about when she added the caveat that I be very quiet so as not to disturb her ‘creative process’ as she put it.
I guess that means you too. But then you guys are never very loud anyway.
She suggested I take you on a tour – outside. I decided that seemed like a very good idea. Would you like to take a tour of our yard?
First we have to go down the porch steps,
all four of them – take your time –
to get to the yard where our tour begins.
First we have these little purple-y colored things.
They are very sweet looking but don’t eat them. They taste terrible. Trust me.
I couldn’t decide whether to show you these or not, but I love ‘em so I thought ‘why not?’ These logs are just the right size for sitting on. Oh, sorry. I mean bears – not people. No offense intended.
Here we have a fence railing. It’s very important. I’m not sure why exactly, but there’s lots of them so they must be right? I rather like this one. I’d even go so far as to say it’s my favorite fence railing in the whole wide world and it’s right in my back yard. How lucky is that?
Hold onto your seats now. This is the exciting part! This. Is. A. Stick. Yep, you don’t get this up close and personal on any other tour you have been on, right? With sticks you have to be very careful. Remember what your mother used to say? “You could put an eye out with that thing!”
Lastly, here we are in the neighbor’s yard with these lovely two-lips. I don’t know why they call them two-lips. They look more like five or six lips, but that’s how it goes. I don’t make the rules.
Now as the very first participants in my very own yard tour, I want to share a little bit of news. This has been my debut as an official blogger. Yes, you read that correctly, I am official. Do you know how you can tell? Just look right down there at the bottom of this post and you will see my name. That makes me as official as official can get. O-fish-ul. Official. Yep, that’s me. Official. You can even send me an email if you want ‘cuz I have one of those too. Oops! Gotta go. I am being officially called for dinner!