Gentiana acaulis ‘Krebs’.
Gentiana acaulis ‘Holzmannii’, open and shut.
Today is Wednesday, so it’s watering day in our garden. The weather started out nice and sunny, but now it’s thundering, and here I am not enjoying it at all.
Thunder is scary. At this time of year, it gets all thundery in the afternoon, and it can go on like this every day for months on end. I don’t like it. It isn’t raining, either, just thundering. The guy I live with had to water a bunch of new plants, which of course is his fault since he bought them. I like to help pulling the hose around the garden, which he thinks is funny sometimes, unless I start pulling it the wrong way. I think that’s funny, but for some reason he doesn’t.
The guy I live with used a watering wand with a cut-off device, which is the approved method, though sometimes he uses a watering can, which no one ever talks about. The stuff he’s watering isn’t technically Approved Vegetation, annuals or vegetables, but he wrote to the water board to see if hand watering Unapproved Vegetation was okay, too. Of course Watering Day means watering lawns, but we don’t do that. I see the irony, but most humans don’t.
The guy I live with bought another Purshia tridentata, which is Unapproved Vegetation and is going to undergo Unapproved Planting, but he does this anyway. Here’s the purshia.
The guy I live with said to post this, because it was mentioned on Panayoti’s blog and he thought it was funny that they grow this is Germany but hardly anyone grows it here, even though he’s had one in the front garden for 25 years and it’s never, ever been watered. And that’s what’s going to happen to the new one, too.
He says it’s a good replacement for forsythia, which he doesn’t grow, but forsythia is Approved Vegetation and the purshia, or bitterbrush as it’s sometimes called, is not. It doesn’t get as big, which may be the reason.
Here’s a penstemon, too. The guy I live with’s mind is going, and so he can’t remember which species this is, though he knows it’s in Section Coerulei, which is one of his favorite sections. I’m supposed to say that that’s Allium anisopetalum behind it and hanging over it. (And not grass he should have pulled out, I guess he means.)
The real reason I had to do this post, because it’s embarrassing to see me frightened of thunder, is an iris. He could have done this post, just talking about the iris, but he says it would have seemed too boastful or something. This is Iris iberica subsp. elegantissima, the form from Irgirdir in eastern Turkey. He got it from Rare Plants in the U.K.
And speaking of Panayoti (I’m a dog, so my mind wanders), my mommy took a whole bunch of pictures of his garden the day before she died. The guy I live with finally screwed up the courage to look at her camera, and it turned out that the memory card was damaged, and so the pictures are gone. It was a big disappointment, and I know some people were hoping to see these eventually, but life is full of disappointments.
She took over 250 pictures of his garden. She loved taking pictures, and the guy I live with was going to post her pictures on the fourth anniversary of her death, which is coming up soon. Oh well.
Yes, it’s me again, Chess the purebred border collie, whose parents came from sturdy working stock. You may remember me from all the amazingly excellent posts I’ve provided for this otherwise kind of dreary blog. The posts that aren’t about me are kind of boring. So here I am being interesting.
The guy I live with brought a camera on our walk today, but we didn’t see a great blue heron. Here I am walking down the canal road.
And here I am again. The sluice was for an old farm house. In the old days this was woods that the guy I live with says were pretty scary late at night, but the first two border collies who lived in our house loved to walk through the woods. Now it’s what you see here. We’re walking toward the east.
This is the Turkey Creek Canyon Canal. There are ducks in it, sometimes. And there must be fish, because of the heron.
This is me walking back, heading west.
Here I am heading in a southwesterly direction, along the creek which is right by the cottonwood. It really looks green here because of all the smooth brome. The guy I live with says this is the most aggressive grass imaginable, choking out everything. It’s an introduced grass but isn’t considered a noxious weed, which he thinks is really funny.
He also says that the county comes by and mows the grass right next to the fences and everyone wonders why there are so many weeds. Where the smooth brome is allowed to grow, there are almost no weeds, and where it’s mowed, there are nothing but weeds. The guy I live with often wonders out loud what people are thinking, but then he catches himself saying that, and we continue on our walk.
The black fence thing is where they put in a new sewer line, and then hydroseeded a whole bunch of guess what kind of grass, and then a bunch of kids on dirtbikes and ATVs wiped it all out within a week or two. So now there are just weeds.
The path goes past the willows visible in the distance, and the tree, though sometimes I get really tired barking at everyone and exploring and so we turn back before we get to the end of the path.
Heading home now. Look how green it is. Our house is to the right of me. I bet the guy I live with thinks most of the grass will creep into his yard by the end of summer.
We just started going on walks last year. The guy I live with and my mommy went on walks by themselves, because Slipper and I were in really good shape, playing with each other. So they went by themselves. They used to hold hands on their walks, even after almost 27 years of being married. I thought that was sweet.
Here’s an old Polaroid picture of my mommy. She’s tickling a dog’s tummy. She was really good at spoiling dogs. The picture was in really bad shape; this was probably taken in late May because they met in May. That was in 1982, long before I was born. It was love at first sight, and the guy I live with says this picture still takes his breath away.
The guy I live with won’t let me use the DSLR and so we have to settle for some pictures he took with the Power Shot in the garden today. I know I titled this post “Pictures of Me” and here come some pictures that aren’t of me, but you can guess which ones I think are interesting. He said that showing me on my walk would let him complain about smooth brome in a subtle way. It wasn’t that subtle if you ask me.
Little Iris reichenbachii. The guy I live with says he thinks of Sherlock Holmes every time he thinks of this iris. Duh.
Some tulips. First ‘Prinses Irene’.
Then ‘Couleur Cardinal’. These two are his favorites, and ‘Prinses’ was a sport from ‘Couleur’. These are “triumph” tulips which is why they survived all the cold in April and are blooming now.
Tulipa batalinii among sagebrush. The species tulips weren’t affected by the cold. They seed around a lot, too.
I guess that’s all for today. I hope you enjoyed watching me go on my walk.
Yes, it’s me again, Chess the purebred border collie, lying at the foot of the stairs hoping it doesn’t thunder. You may remember me from such worthwhile posts as “It Happened Again”, and “Left Alone”. Those are the most popular posts, of course.
All of the border collies who’ve lived here have enjoying lying at the foot of the stairs. It’s a really sad place in the house, and I might tell you about it later, but not right now. I have other things to talk about. I could talk about our walk, and startling a great blue heron who was fishing in the canal, and startling a red-tailed hawk who’d caught something in the long grass in the field, but it would have been better with pictures, for which, as I keep telling the guy I live with, you need a camera. He thinks holding the leash and trying to take a picture at the same time is next to impossible.
As for doing the possible, look what the guy I live with did yesterday.
Doesn’t this look stupid? The guy I live with says he’s getting rid of the little tiny lawn in “the way back”, the back yard that’s backer than the back yard. There’s a back yard, then a yard behind that. So he planted three little Crataegus erythropoda in preparation for taking out the lawn. He says this is going to be a little group of native hawthorns and what this has to do with getting rid of grass I have no idea at all.
The pieces of plastic grocery bag are so I can see the cages at night. I can see them anyway, but I like the extra touch here. They flutter in the wind, too. There are plastic grocery bags stuck in trees all over the neighborhood here; I guess the guy I live with was just “trying to fit in”. Like that will ever happen.
Anyway, the guy I live with said to post these pictures so people will understand why a gardener would live in Denver. He’s really a terrible plant snob, you know, but I’m posting these anyway.
This is Iris paradoxa ‘Archut’.
There are more of these things about to bloom. I can’t imagine how he’ll behave when they do, but I think I’ll stay inside and take a nap.