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the miserable gardener 
Right back at you Chess. xxx
What can I say, gorgeous as always.
Thanks. I thought two pictures would be better than once.
Chess, very stylish and festive. Season’s Greetings to you two, too.
Thanks, same to you. We like being stylish and festive. Or, at least I do.
Very best wishes to you and your purrson, Chess!
Thanks; same to you.
Two are definitely better than one, when it comes to photos of you . . . or sets of ears!
Thanks; I completely agree. It was kind of sunny and bright out today (see how blue the sky is), which is why I was squinting in the second picture.
You’re such a cutie Chess. Merry Christmas.
Thanks.
Sweet! The cutest reindeer ever!
Thanks. I am cute, am I not?
OH my, oh my, The Unbearable Cuteness of Being Chess.
I wish you and The Guy all the joys of Winter garden dreaming, cozy napping taking, mucho biscuit eating, infrequent Earl sightings, and untroubled tummy having.
Thanks. Being cute is bearable, really.
Merry Christmas to you Chess, your guy, and your backyard wildlife. I wish my cats would wear antlers. I hope you get a holiday burger.
Thanks, same to you. The guy I live with said he almost accidentally bought cat antlers… Imagine such a thing, having to wear cat antlers.
Hi Chess, very cute! Looks like the guy you live with has added another layer of cross-dressing confusion to the mix …….. interspecies cross-dressing. I’m sure you’ll qualify for a grant or a scholarship somewhere!
Speaking of Yule Tide confusion: a mate of mine who may have pulling my leg, told me a few years back, that he had seen a crucified Santa erected, in full kit, in the front display window of a shop in a tourist city in Asia (which shall remain nameless – we don’t want you guys to disappear off the rear radar!)
Seasons Greetings Guys! From Marcus Down Under
Thanks; I think a grant sound excellent, though it could be that others of my kind wear this outfit when herding reindeer. Some things are lost in translation, are they not. (By the way, Snopes says that’s an urban legend.) One place to see this clearly is on Czech gardening websites, when the Google translate is done. This one is really excellent http://www.skalnicky.cz/GentianaSechuan.php with lots of pictures of gorgeous gentians (border collies can see blue), but the computer confuses the Czech words for “bitterly” (hořce) and for gentian (hořec), and so bitterly they grow in the mountains.
Had a look, especially at the Grammos Mts. posts just inside the Albanian border from Epirus. I was up near there earlier this year. Got more than plant information. Some lovely insightful anecdotes from history. Though understandably coloured with an anti-communist zeitgeist. Love the warp translation confers on the mother tongue. Its cool. Speaking of which, has TGYLW got his Pilous list. One name …. Iris demavendica!
Cheers, Marcus
The guy I live with and my mommy used to get a record catalog (LPs) that offered “English” translations on some of the back jackets; many was the time (or, a lot was the time) that both were doubled up in jollity over the humorous “translations”. Czech apparently computer-translates very badly into English. Very hysterically, anyway. We haven’t received any lists lately, though the guy I live with, who, I must say, rarely gloats and remains incredibly humble, notes that out of the two seeds of Iris demavendica which he received, one is now a seedling in the propagator. Still, more is always better.
Oh, Chess, you utter darling, your smiles confirm the joy of being home to snoozle in place and create one’s own idea of fun. I wish you WELL in the coming year – that’s right, all through to year’s-end antler donning – and I lift my Christmas martini glass in toast to you and your guy. Cheers! and to you a good night.
Thanks. It is nice to be home. It’s snowing now. The guy I live with says that the garden has now been tucked in for the winter, and even though the snow may melt within a week or so, the way it often does, it’s a pretty cozy feeling.
A gorgeous and precious boy.
Thanks. I think I agree with that. (The guy I live with says that’s not very modest.)