peas poetry

Gus has been wandering around all day saying "Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old; Some like it hot, some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, nine days old. . . "

I have no idea what it means, but I wish he'd shut up.

Black

Peas!

Well, spring has sprung as people say. We've been spending a lot of time planting stuff up here on the farm. Today it was peas. Early Alaskan peas to be exact. We've got rows and rows of Early Alaskan peas planted.

It was pleasant, the pea planting . . .

Black

Easter Bunny

Gus is very excited about Sunday and the Easter Bunny coming. He's stoked about Easter eggs and candy. He even mentioned it to the goats.

They've been in their pen mumbling "Hasenpfeffer. Hasenpfeffer. Hasenpfeffer!" Over and over again. I have no idea what they're talking about. They'll eat anything . . .

Black

Dinner

We had lasagna for dinner tonight. It's basically noodles, cheese, noodles, cheese and sauce. Pretty simple . . . Pretty good.

Black

Ironic?

Out here on the farm we get a little newspaper. It's got all the local news. Who got arrested and who died and even comics. It's called the "Evening Telegram." We've been getting it for years. A guy in a red Jeep delivers it usually sometime after 4 o'clock.

The big news today. . . they're changing the delivery time to a morning paper. Supposed to be delivered by 6 a.m. The guy in the Jeep is gonna have to get up real early.

What I'm wondering, are they going to still call it the "Evening Telegram" or are they gonna drop that?

Black

Goats!

The Darn goats got out again. Farmer chased them for about two hours before he finally herded them back into their paddock. He pulled a muscle in his back. He's not happy. He's looking to hire some trolls . . .

Stupid goats.

Black

Goat Getter

The goats are still up to no good. We're looking for mutton recipes. Send them in . . .

Please. They're asking for it.

Black

Darn Goats

While the goats were out somebody chewed the mud flaps off Farmer's truck and some one chewed a hole in the front tire on the tractor and somebody ate the mail and the newspaper.

We're still looking for someone to blame.

Black

Escape Goats

Well, the goats got out today. Looks like they either chewed through the fence or some how managed to climb over it.

We're looking for some one to blame.

Black

cool.

The weather was gorgeous today. But, even though the sun shined all day, eating ice cream before bed is not a smart idea.

I'm freezing now . . .

Gus

Vitamin D

Oh Yeah . . .

Feeling good today . . . the sun was out all day and losing that hour of sleep to daylight savings time was worth it.

The weather man said it's supposed to be nice all week. Let's hope he's right . . .

Black

March Madness

The radio was talking about March Madness . . . I agree whole heartedly. It's been gray and rainy all day. I'm pretty mad at March myself.

Black

The Monte Cristo . . .

What's the deal with this? It's a sandwich made from French Toast with ham and cheese. It's not breakfast, it's not lunch or brunch.

It's a platypus.

Gus

Breakfast for Lunch = No.

Breakfast for lunch doesn't work for me. It's all confusing. Breakfast for dinner, you know that you're doing something special. Breakfast for lunch is just not right. It's like the El Camino. Not really a car but not really a truck.

Breakfast for lunch is the El Camino of meals. It's brunch. It's confusing.

Gus

300 channels . . .

That's right. We've got 300 channels. Digital Cable and Satellite TV and there's nothing on. Nada. Zip. Nuthin.

How come we still get a bill. Well, Farmer gets the bill . . . but you get the idea.

Goin' to bed,

Black

As the Crow Flies

Today was garbage day at the farm. Farmer dragged the plastic dumpster out to the edge of the drive way. Me and Gus watched him as he pulled the container through the snow. A bunch of crows landed on the top. Somehow they opened the top and got inside. Boy, Farmer was mad. He rushed out and chased them away. The crows flew into the telephone wires.

Gus said, "Why do they say, "as the crow flies"? They don't seem to go very far."

He has a point.

Black.

Back to the Grind

Well we got about two feet of snow Friday and we spent the weekend digging out. Back breaking shoveling and tedious moving of tons of white snow. It was the heavy wet good snowball making kind.

The only good thing to come out of it was the Hot Chocolate!

Black

Snow Plow

Well, the goats were actually smart this time. It's not fit for man or beast out there. It's snowing like cats and dogs or whatever the winter equivalent is.

With that said, guess where Gus is? That's right. He's out in the snow using the tractor to plow paths to and fro . . .

He needs supervision.

Gotta go . . .

Black

snow emergency

I got a memo from the goats.

"Due to inclement weather we won’t be working tomorrow."

Work? I still haven’t figured out why Farmer even lets those stupid goats live on the farm. Let alone what work they do.

Whether emergency.

Crazy,

Black

whether men

I think they should call meterologists "whether men" because they just tell you whatever they want whether they are right or wrong. We were supposed to get 12 inches of snow. What we really got was 3 inches. Big difference.

I wouldn't know what to do if they called for a nice sun shiny day.

Black