“You want to spray. You want to spray. You want to spray. You want to spray. You want to spray. You want to spray. You want to spray. You want to spray.”

“Green space is good. Green space is good. Green space is good. Green space is good. Green space is good. Green space is good. Green space is good. Green space is good.”

Even thought it was Christmas, the Gnomdelion ambassador, whose name by the way, has not been accurately translated from his native tongue, and which sounds like “ducks are walking” said very, very fast, spent the morning in deep sleep. One would almost think he had been up visiting other people’s dreams.
Fortunately, quiet little elves delivered a learn while you sleep device while, indeed, he did sleep. It was implanted in his little brain and his first “cultural” enlightenment session began.

Do you remember this guy? He is the ambassador from Gnomdelion and last night he waited until the usual Christmas Eve visitors had left and then waltzed into my nighttime with a vision of Summer’s Yet to Be. Dandelions covering lawns – two at least to the square inch. Garden gnomes skipped among them – YES, they were do longer non-moving statues – scattering the magic fertilizer of amazing growth.