Yesterday was such a beautiful day, perfect for getting some work done outside. After morning chores were done Elfie and I decided to tackle some bigger jobs around the farm. Elfie volunteered to run the dozer to push some feathers from the road. I asked if he had experience driving big equipment and he told me, back at the North Pole he would often drive the snowplow clearing a path for Santa’s sleigh for takeoff.
Up North Elfie would also plow paths through the snow for the reindeer so they could easily get from the barn to the garage where Santa parks his sleigh. Since we didn’t have any snow yesterday for Elfie to plow, he took it upon himself to clear the driveway of leaves (It was more like, A Leaf, but let’s not crush the elves spirit).
Up North Elfie would also plow paths through the snow for the reindeer so they could easily get from the barn to the garage where Santa parks his sleigh. Since we didn’t have any snow yesterday for Elfie to plow, he took it upon himself to clear the driveway of leaves (It was more like, A Leaf, but let’s not crush the elves spirit).
 | Elfie did get a little nervous when he noticed Buttercup was stalking him. After the whole incident with Jolene, who can blame the guy. There really was no call for alarm as Farm Dogs on Guard were actively engaged in the “Pretend Sleeping” method of protection. The stealth mode for which these security guardians operate is impressive. All fowl maintained a respectable distance allowing Elfie to go about his task of clearing the driveway. As Elfie worked the bulldozer, I headed into the garden to clear out the weeds. I had planted the garden mid spring and was hopeful for a bounty of fruit and veggies. I’ll never know if I planted the seeds too deep, not deep enough or if my crafty little chickens plucked and scratched each seed from its earthly bed. Alas, after weeks of tending my garden I had but one sprig of lettuce to show for my efforts. Thus, all thoughts of a glorious garden were abandoned and the ground left to sit fallow. |
While I went on about my merry way this summer, so did the weeds. They sprung forth from the somewhat questionable fertile ground and flourished. So as Elfie dozed the drive, I went about taming the garden of weeds. These were not your regular run of the mill weeds; these were monstrous weeds and proved to be a formidable opponent. I chopped down this spiny creature and tossed it onto a pile to burn, however it had second thoughts and sprung back towards me with the speed of a jack rabbit being chased by a coyote. This was an educational moment for me, lesson learned the hard way, why you should wear gloves when working with gigantic spiny weeds. My language brought Elfie to a stop. From nowhere he pulls out a pad of paper and pencil. He begins writing feverishly a note to Santa. I apologized profusely, but Elfie explained an infraction is an infraction and must be reported. Yikes!
| Since things had heated up literally and figuratively, I asked Elfie if he wanted to change into shorts as I was starting to sweat...not sure if it was the warm temps or a reaction of fear that I might get coal in my stocking. Anyhow, Elfie explained that Elves cannot wear shorts because their legs are so white it causes confusion for those of us in the United States. We think we are seeing the northern lights, when it’s really just the flash of some elf changing out of one pair of striped pants into another. This definitely cleared the aurora, I mean air, for me. All in all, it was a good day, except for me getting a check in the naughty column. That part wasn’t so good. To be continued... |  |
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