Hmmm. No. No green here. Sure, I know it’s St. Paddy’s Day, but the truth is – I live in Wisconsin. You know, Wisconsin. W-I-S-C-O-N-S-I-N!  You got it. Yeah, up north. If you live in most of the good ol’ US of A,  you think I live somewhere near the Arctic Circle. Ha!

Now some of you folk may have green, and your land may be wearing it proudly too, but I don’t see green ’round these parts. We’ve got your basic white – that’s the snow – and your basic brown – that’s where some of the snow has melted and turned into mud – but sorry, no green.

Guess if you really want to see some green ’round here, you’ll need to check out the local pubs. You’ll find all the green you’ll want to be seein’ in there. All those crazy shamrock decorations and lil’ Leprechauns, those mugs of green beer, and if you hang around til evenin’, all those green faces, too. For me, it’s back to life in the burrow as usual.

You go on now. Have a happy St. Paddy’s.  Have a root beer for me.

from your friendly Black Prairie Dog,

Simon