Backyard Philosopher Prints

'And me fresh out of xanax.'

Windfarm - Windbag

"I swear, we spend more time decided which squirrel to bark at than we do actually barking at it."

"Why is that moron screaming so loud at something that isn't there?"

"Meh. Bones are ok. But just once I'd like to sink my toothless gums into a delicious meatloaf."

Or insist on giving him unsolicited advice...

'A little madness in the Spring is wholesome even for the King' -Emily Dickinson.

"We really need more perennials? Aren't my weeds and crabgrass enough?"

"It turns out crows find a bunch of dead crows more frightening than a man made out of hay."

Shed Into Dream Playhouse.

Water Gardening: One thing is certain - you will find the peace and tranquility of water an almost irresistible attraction.

'Tut! Men and their sheds, eh?'

"Do you think there's intellegent life in there?"

"He's declared it an area of natural beauty"

"Do you think the birds like me?"

'Dad, do you you think there's s**t on other planets?'

"It's a beautiful day. I should go for a walk. . . Oh, now my neighbors are all out there."

"Tracks of black bear cub... Tracks of black bear mother... Tracks of Henry David Thoreau."

'She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me...'

The Boys of Indian Summer

"I'm tardy? Whew! I was afraid I was going to be late for school!"

The Last Days of a Hydrangea

Pig philosophy class - 'I'm pink, therefore I'm ham'

Grass: We lost some good men today!

Man watering with the 'Theory of Natural selection'.

It MUST be Valentines Day!

"It's like a tiny house, but bigger."

'By George, this one I think I'm going to like!'

The Farmer Sutra.

"I've never read such utter nonsense! There's a guy here reckons we're all living in some kind of computer simulation!!"

'When they start calling you a splendid bird, you know you're in trouble.'

30% Heredity, 70% Environment

"I love the way it blurs the boundary between inside and out."

'I became a bit claustrophobic living in a warren all the time: I prefer camping out now...'

Stop and Smell the Roses