I just found out we won’t be attending Good Friday services today. We, considerately, don’t wish to disrupt the services for the others you know.
Instead, we had a Druid celebration earlier this week, in conjunction with the planting of our our second annual organic Victory garden. You remember when we planted our first Victory
over for the American people last year in our fashionable black boob-belted tunic thingy with boots?
This year, for our second annual Victory
over for the American people, the weather was a little warmer, so we wore a lighter weight black ensemble. Remind me to tell Lady M next year that black is not the most practical color to wear for playing in the mud:
And while I’ve seen a lot since I began to serve the American people in the Big White, I’ve got to tell you, this is the first time I’ve witnessed a dance to rhubarb;
I guess it’s some kind of multi-cultural Rite of Spring, minus the Stravinsky.
Here’s our Mod Squad of health, marching towards Victory
over for the American people: the High Priestess flanked by her manservant Tom Vilsack, and sacrificial lamb Kitty Sebelius:
And while I’m all in favor of everyone having their own organic garden, in this economy I don’t think everyone is going to be able to afford to hire enough illegal aliens to do all that composting, watering and weeding.
Lady M, wrangling with what looks like a giant centipede. Turns out it’s just a flat of organic rutabaga seedlings.
We’re already planning next year’s Big White Food TV special. Of course we hope to use our own veggies this time.
Oh, and I know you’re curious about our Keds:
Standard issue, size 13.