Our garden helpers...not!

This morning I heard mom getting mad at the squirrels. I think she used a word she usually doesn't use. It must not be appropriate for bears, because afterwords, I heard her say excuse my French. She doesn't speak French, and only knows a little Spanish and German. Anyways she had looked out at the salad table to see how the fall crop was coming. She recently replanted the spinach and mesclun lettuces and now the squirrels have been digging in there uprooting the little seedlings.

So I slipped outside with her. While she was busy fixing the mess the critters made I thought I'd check on my carrots and bachelor buttons. You remember, the ones I planted in mom's window box planter along side her petunias and marigolds. What's this?

Skunks and Forgotten Bearthdays...

What do skunks and my forgotten bearthday have in common? They both stink!

Since I joined the bloggasphere several of the bears I've met have talked about or celebrated their bearthday/adoption day. I asked mom to help me research mine. Mom always told me when I'd ask that it was in August. Because they adopted me while they were on a bear-cation in New Hampshire. She remembered that they took those trips in August just before Brother T would go back to school. I always accepted that, but this year I had to know for sure.

Yesterday, when I read my friend Sir Woodstock's posting, I saw those cute little bear cakes. I pressed mom again to open my adoption papers. For you people reading this, that meant she had to go back in the archives of receipts. Fortunately my dad never throws those away and they are organized by year. So last night we looked through July and August receipts over a three year period. Mom said it was kind of like looking for bear in a haystack. I think that's how she worded it.

Ta-Daaaah! We found it, a credit card receipt from Yoken's in Portsmouth, NH. But it was dated July, not August!