Ah...in the spring a young Chug's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love and landscaping. I do believe, however, that if you were to become a landscaper, you would grow quite weary of my most-relished quote..."I'm sorry it's too hot or cold or mild for Chuggy"! Lest you think I am unsympathetic, let me reassure you that this is not the case--for a certain Germanic fellow has pierced the leftmost chamber of my heart with his charming accent and fine-tipped goatee, and I, too, long for the out-of-doors! Shropshire-upon-Tyne, here I come!