WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: STICKTOITIVENESS!

THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE: BORED MEETING

Dante has decided that it's time to hold a meeting with everyone involved in gardening activities at our house. However, first he does his own inspection so he can make a list of "to-do" items that need to be addressed.

First, Dante inspected the area around the lilac bushes.

"Dere's lots to clean up, heer, and all of da lilac bushes needs ta be trimmed", notes Dante.

He moves on to the summersweet bushes at the back of the house.  They, too, are in great need of extrication from old growth, and a good trim.

Dante moves to one of his favourite spots in the back yard -- under the maple tree.

"Dere's so many old leefs heer dat Daddy nevah raked in da fall.  Now he needs ta mulch dem wif da lawnmowah.  An' den we needs moar grass seed undah heer cuz itz verreh patchy."

Dante takes his place at the head of the outdoor boardroom table.  He looks around and makes further notes.  Daddy started to trim the willow bushes behind him, but never finished, and the cuttings are still lying there waiting to be picked up.

"Ahem!"  Dante clears his throat.  The other board members are now officially late.

Dante is more than a little annoyed.  "I tole dem 10 o'clock on da dot!", he exclaims.

"De only wun who's heer is mama cuz she's alwais takin' pickshurs."

"Maybe I is only da Secretary of Furtilization, but I is still da highest rankin' offisah heer -- an' I gets absolootly no respeckt!  I'm gonna make notes in dere files to dis effeckt.  So Daddy, Dylan, Domino and Furnando -- yoor all on notice!"

"Wot a travesty!"

Meanwhile, Dylan and Furnando have been waiting patiently in the front yard.

(Biggify to see Furnando pouting)

"Wot kinda leedah is yoo Dante, wen yoo doan show up!", pouts Furnando!

Something tells me, this meeting is adjourned!



WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: THE PROOF IS IN THE FLOOF!

EASY ON SUNDAY WITH DANTE: HANGING OUT!

It's Sunday and Dante is hanging out on the patio.  This is particularly remarkable because up until quite recently, that was impossible to do.  Snow is now a thing of the past and the future, but not of the present.  And now is what matters most to Dante.

"Welcum to mai pati-yo", says Dante.

"Dis is ware I likes ta hang owt."

"See!"

"Yoo is invited ta join me anytime", says Dante as he blows you kisses.

"Efun doe it's gettin' warmah, dis is still da bestest place to chill."

Do like Dante and have an easy, breezy Sunday efurryone!

THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE: MAY I HAVE THE FIRST DANCE?

Today Dante is very excited!  All of the snow in the back yard has melted, and it's time for him to PURRform a very important rite of Spring -- the first Potty Dance of the season!

Just to remind you, this is all part of Dante's official 'doodies' as Secretary of Fertilization for the Society of Feline Gardeners.  Dante just loves to do his 'doody'!

"I is heer in da back cornah of da gardin.  Now dat da snow is meltid, dere's lotsa leafs an' udder dead stuff dat needs ta be cleened up", says Dante.

"Dere is also a big patch of bare erf undah da twees.  It's a PURRfect place fur me to PURRform mai FURtilization ritual."

First Dante sniffs things out to make sure he's got a good spot.  "Da kwality of da erf is verreh impawtant", says he.  As a bonus, you all get a great view of those floofy 'tocks -- be still your hearts!

Dante likes to get right down to business.

The look of concentration on Dante's face is very intense!  (Butt then, so is the aroma which suddenly wafts our way.)

"Is a dirty job, butt sumbuddy hasta doos it!", exclaims Dante.

Dante makes short work of da cover-up 'doody', however.

"I gets such satisfaction in a job well done!", says Dante.

Dante takes a well-deserved rest.  "Dose FURtility dances kin be kwite exhaustin'!  Dats all fur now --  see yoo next week", says he, in closing.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: GROW GRASS, GROW!

CATURDAY IN THE FRONT YARD WITH DANTE

Yay!  The snow has finally melted in the front yard (the back yard is another matter).  So, Dante is eager to explore his happy haunts once again.

Here is a view of the front yard.  There's only a tiny bit of snow left in the garden bed.

Dante says "Hello" to an old furiend.

Furnando says "Welcum back buddy!  It's nice to see yoo aftah all dis time."

"It's so good to be back ware I belongs", says Dante, "wif mai fafurite tree and mai fafurite skwirrel."

Then Dante decides to take a peek at the rest of the yard.  "Peek!", he exclaims.

No PURRusal would be complete without a little dig in the outdoor litter box.

And then checking out the neighbour's yard.  "Dey left kwite a mess!", says Dante disapprovingly.

"This is da bestest Caturday in a long, long time!", declares Dante.

And something tells me, it's only going to get better from hereon in.  You all have a great Caturday, too, you hear?