It's a wee bit windy in my garden..pheww.

Good Day Thursday Bloggers, It is Theme Thursday once again...gee it sneaks up--sort of like the little man who lives in my garden.

Don't know if anyone remembers the little man that lives in my garden, but guess what?

He is still there--him and William Shakespeare who has been reincarnated as a Weeping Mulberry...at the moment he is a bit self-conscious, being mostly bald. But that will change in a few weeks, as his leaves fill in.

Anyway, here is that entry if anyone is interested in the past:half-moosewithatwist.blogspot.com/2008/08/experimenting-with-roman-numerals-day-x.html (how do you make this into one word?)

I was out at the garden center couple days ago and decided to pick up a flat of annuals.

Once home however, the weather had gone from bad to worse.

It was drizzly and windy, as it is wont to be here in the springy Midwest.

So i left the plants out back on the brick path for another day...

Wednesday is my day off...after a little breakfast i got on my gardening shoes and out i went to work on planting....

'Hey, where're my plants?' My plants were gone!

'Hey-O, neighbor, that's a flim-wiggin poody; you're a woodchuck....arrrr.' the little man who lives in my garden snuck up on me, and i pitched my spade at him.

'Yo, that's a fine how-do-you-do... and not even a cup-o coffee...hey ya, smell me, ya chubby pow wotto-mus!'

Whoops, i didn't mean to throw the spade, 'Sorry little man.. you sort of surprised me.'

Shakespeare was giggling behind his weeping branches. 'Doth, methinks, rue the day, forsooth!'

'Finkin' la pinkin' do! And after i did gone and put all your wee ones in ta dirt! That's the thanks i getter!'

'Sorry, I'm really sorry....and thanks...you did a nice job.' The plants were really well placed and watered and everything!

'Natty poo-lark...and i put in a whole row of ten lilacs...now ya won' 'av t' look at ye neighbors next year! Stinky lardover poooooo-macs!'

'Well, that's be nice...lilacs smell really nice in the spring.'

'Ya! yer a hamster, pie dog and a rowdy gorvaroom! Ya know i ate too many crab blooms and i gotta break wind....faroomph!'

'Ugh' You don't want to be around when the little man in the garden has been eating crab apple blossoms. they don't agree with his plumbing.

'Und me back is nurtin' sumptin' awful from all the stoopin'! Eeemie Weemies to you! A curse on your head, and yer garden....Eeemie weemieroos! A weed for you!'

'No, oh no....not a gain!''Harr.....a ha ha! Thistles and stringies and lions and crabbygrass fer you... ya big clogmonger poo head!'

Nice, just wonderful...now my back will be broken from all the weed picking. And to top it off, here comes the drizzlies and spring wind gusts all over again!