Is It Spring?

I think it must be Spring when the two legs do all that Spring cleaning you hear about.

I was taking my stroll of the estate yesterday when I saw a sight to worry me. The two legs were dressing up in all their gardening gear - boots, gloves, shabby clothes (well shabbier than normal!!) and off the went. She was taking all these little baby plants and putting them in out the front. Now that is nice because there is nothing better than digging up freshly turned soil when we want a bit of exercise.

I was concerned with what he was doing though. He went down the back of the glass house and started throwing things out onto the lawn. there were buckets and canes and bowls and pots of all sizes and loads of that bubble wrap stuff that you sit on and it pops. When I first burst one of those bubbles I was a bit scared but now it's fun especially if you do it when no-one knows and they thing it is something exploding.

I saw he was then going through each bucket and checking for holes and putting them to one side. I thought he could manage that without my help so I laid down in the sun for a little nap. it was very warm. When I woke up there were loads of buckets being moved to the wheelie bin area and the grass was crawling with slugs and snails and spiders. He had disturbed all their homes and made them homeless. I spoke to a couple of spiders as they hurried away in search of new lodgings.

"Typical isn't it" moaned the big black hairy one leading the exodus "Just get yourself settled in and along they come and turf you out. At least he didn't stamp on us like a lot do. Be up the bath plug-hole now to scare them! And take that silly thing off your head!"

I wondered what he was talking about until I felt a slimey trail form on my forehead. I shook my head a bit and this snail dropped down in front of me.

"Suppose you aren't offering a home for me then?" he asked

"Not likely!" I relied tempted to stamp on him like the spider had suggested. Ugh! I had to get Max to give me a good wash when I got back indoors.