Old Mother Nature is cranky sometimes. Like now. Here it is, April, in our Garden Amongst the Weeds and we are rarin to go. We have a handy dandy new toy, all gassed up and ready to work really hard.
I received a wonderful gift of twelve bags of excrement from this lovely animal today.
Now, if only this wouldn't happen...
I know the rain, rain go away song. Do any of you know of a snow go away dance or something?
Ritual grasshopper sacrifices I could do?
For now, I bid you adieu with this happy image.
These little guys are hanging out in the fridge awaiting a nice, sunny day to be released in our garden as a secret weapon against the bad buggies. Shhh it's a secret.