So, we are going to RED ALERT.

This message was dropped upon us in leaflet form from a low-flying bi-plane from LZP – somewhere in Iowa.

The seeds have been carefully packed in bird poop ready for yard dispersal   Agent Shane will dig a hole for headquarters. The commander is worried however about Agent Shane, we put his brain into a bird and it flew backwards.. He is on secret double probation.

Accompanying this written message – and it was, indeed,  in GREEN – was a picture of  members of Gnome Homeland Security.

But before I post it, I want you to look at this picture I grabbed off the Internet of a DUNCE cap.  I think it is relevant.

And, now, the picture of the GHS. Notice anything?

We were monitoring the radio transmissions last night, listening to all the personal messages during the intermission of the symphony – The tea will be poured at four; Tom, your cousin arrives tonight; The sparrow laid an egg; The creek flows swiftly; Song number three repeats . . . and so forth. One message must have been so urgent that it was sent in the clear for those concerned:

Fear not peep*delion help is on the way

Shortly thereafter a smart pigeon, not to be confused with a smart bomb or homing pigeon, flew by Augustus, which pretty much verifies the fact that smart pigeon is an oxymoron, and the Big A grabbed this picture . . . and the pigeon.

So, my dear Peep de Lion, they are sending mercenaries from the woods to aid you. We will be ready.

Hello to all the Dandelion supporters out there. Look! Your Peeps spy has been captured by Augustus, the vigilant and crafty puppy of Lawn Trooper Squad 319.

We will use scopalamine for the questioning period . . . or, perhaps, heh, heh, heh, we will  . . . oh, maybe . . . uh . . . KEELHAUL him.

There are times when I just don’t ponder serious thoughts; oh, I deal with them when they come up but I don’t get philosophical. My moment to moment thinking that does not involve functioning at a certain level turns to the silly. That should be capitalized: The Silly or the The Big Silly.

I’d say I am definitely in The Big Silly.

Outsiders are likely to consider this my inane period; I like silly better. Silly is foolish and frivolous and festive, but inane has a connotation of stupid to it. Truthfully, I believe inane can come naturally but silly takes talent.

I think I have the gift of silly. And now I am going to go giggle.

A weapon against the dandelions? Thank you Starship Troopers . . . the vision of giant bugs attacking small humans came just after I had witnessed the appalling vision of a new Shane hole.  If he is going to dig, let it be yellow things. I am considering training him with little bits of yellow ribbon sitting on the grass.

Oh, wait, I think this is a scorched earth policy; a cut off your nose to spite your face policy. I may have reached that point.

The birds chirped and I suddenly remembered I can Tweet. My pattern is tweet once or twice, then forget it for awhile – like maybe months.  So I tweeted this morning and I wondered if this forgetfulness is my mind’s firewall for temper outbursts.

If so, I need one for my mouth.

Shane went outside and dug a new hole. I took him back out and we walked up to it and he looked in it – I think because he did not want to look at me – and I stared at him. Then I told him all the bad dog stuff in a stern voice and he kept staring into the hole.

Tomorrow we will put more dirt in it and see what the next act brings. I anticipate sighing.

The Peep spy is missing along with his cage, so that means he had an accomplice. Has a gnome been afoot?

Maybe I am getting weather-obsessed; I am tired of cloudy days and would like some sunshine and warmish temperatures. Again, today, April Third, we have neither and it has come about that I am actually watching “Starship Troopers”. I had no idea it was about BUGS. It might be like THEM but the cast is mainly a bunch of young troopers and no old crusty sheriffs.

I just heard the line, “Bugs don’t take prisoners.”

****Whoa*****

I just looked up Starship Troopers. How could I have remained so uneducated? I seriously thought it was something like a cheap Star Wars thing.

This morning I pushed on my watch knob to activate the Indiglo feature and saw it was 7:30. It seems dark but I figured it was about to storm and thought, “Well, shoot, a dark rainy day and I’m feeling like getting out – all rested up.” Then I saw the clock – 3:18. I checked another one.

Yes, it was the middle of the night and I decided I had inadvertently moved the hands on the watch while getting the face to light up. Great. My mind is at 7:30 and it’s four hours + away.

So I lay back down, dreamed and tossed and turned and then Sydney barked at me and I knew it was morning for real. I shouldn’t have been fooled last night – with two Australian Shepherds in the house, it ain’t morning ’til the fur balls bark.

Yes . . . the Peep guy who I think is a spy. Well I have his picture now and here it is.

Does he look like a Double Zero guy to you? Well, I received this email from LZP and his minions this morning while I was working in the yard.

Do these guys seem as if they might be fired up by some information they have received . . . from someone??