more little things

Greetings and salutations everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to tell you all about my day in the garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Little Red Elephants” and “Revenge Of The Rodents”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. Notice that I’m outside, for once. 14083009It was mostly a nice day today; I got to go on my walks without hearing thunder, and didn’t get struck by lightning.

The guy I live with did some gardening today, while I watched from the patio. I don’t do much gardening myself, though I do help with fertilizing, sometimes. Only one really strange thing happened, and that was when some small branches from the “thornless” honey locust were lopped off. 14083011 14083010The honey locust was here when my mommy and the guy I live with moved into the house in December, 1985. It’s never had thorns before. I think the thorns are because the guy I live with has been watching The Twilight Zone a lot.

I’m supposed to show more pictures. Here’s a picture of the main sand pile, just to show we do have flowers in the garden.(If you embiggen the picture, which was taken with the zoom lens, you might be able to see some flowers ….)14083005I know I’ve shown pictures of the Sphaeralcea ‘Desert Sunset’ many times before, but here are some more. It comes in different colors.14083014

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14083003That’s really all I have for today. I’m grateful that it was a nice day, and got to lie out on the patio rug for hours. I did have to get up early this morning, about nine o’clock, so lying out on the patio made up for that. I also got brushed, which was nice. 14083001

 

Until next time, then.

 

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chance of showers

Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our garden (and the house). You may remember me from such newsworthy posts as “Sprinkles” and “A Wet Afternoon”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristically weather-related pose. If you think I look pathetically sad, that’s because few creatures can look as sad as I can. 14082803Incidentally, you may wonder about the thing to the right of my fort. That’s an old-time heavy-duty wooden yardstick, labeled “Chas. H. Dauchy Co.”; that was a paint company in Troy, New York.

But back to me and my tribulations. The weather prediction for today was a “seventy percent chance of showers”. That sounded okay, but it thundered on my morning walk and so I had to hurry home, to get all snuggled into my fort. Nothing happened for a while, and then we got some showers.

The guy I live with explained that this is an election year, and that, since words tend to lose meaning at times like this, what you saw on the movie could possibly be defined as “showers”. I stayed in my fort, but the guy I live with collected about seven gallons of rain water for the house plants.

Yes, we do have house plants. Actually, a lot of them. Here’s one blooming right now, in the house.

Huernia oculata

Huernia oculata

The sky started to clear, and then it started to get cloudy again, and there were, yes, “showers”. This is what the “showers” looked like from my fort. (I didn’t make this movie, though.)

Eventually the “showers” stopped, and the guy I live with decided it was “high time to get a good hummingbird picture”. They fly away when they hear him turn on the camera, so this was about the best he could do. The light was “weird” again because it was all drippy outside. 14082801People like me know that the most practical place to be in weather like this is to stand in front of the refrigerator, in hopes that a biscuit might come my way. One did, after a while.

They (the same people who predicted “showers” for today) say it’s supposed to “dry out” for the upcoming holiday, so I better get out my water wings, huh. The guy I live with said all the rain was good for the autumn-flowering bulbs, to come later, but all I care about is less thunder, and more biscuits.14082804

 

Until next time, then.

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weird light

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with even though I’m totally traumatized by the weather, and here to bring you the latest thundery news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as  “Stormy Weather”, and “The Weather, Again”, among so many, many other such posts.

Here I am in a characteristic, but rare, pose. I know, “How can a pose be both characteristic and rare at the same time?” Well, it can be. “Characteristic” considering my life in general, but “rare” for this summer. I’m sitting out on the patio rug, in the sun (believe it or not), though the rug is soaking wet from yesterday’s rain. We purebred border collies are used to roughing it. This is me roughing it. 14082702Even though it looked like this at about two in the afternoon,14082701it was still a beautiful day. This is a picture of part of the garden in the sun. The yellow deal is a bag for thistle seed, for the goldfinches. I think they think it’s weird, and we haven’t seen many hanging from it. Usually there are dozens of goldfinches, so maybe the old one should be fixed, if it can be fixed. 14082703About seven in the evening the light got all weird, because a storm was coming. You know those people who talk about the same thing over and over again, and you have a conversation with them, desperately hoping that their favorite subject won’t be brought up again, but it always is, no matter how much you try to avoid it; well, that’s what this summer has been like for me. Beautiful day, but not for the whole day. Someone just had to bring up that subject again. 14082704The guy I live with took some pictures in the weird light. We could hear thunder up in the mountains, so I sensibly stayed in my fort. They say you can get hit by lightning if you hear thunder, even though this was way up in the mountains, and echoed down the slopes and canyons. My fort was the best place to be.

the trough patio, kind of overgrown with catmint. seed frame in the middle.

the trough patio, kind of overgrown with catmint. seed frame in the middle.

sedum 'Matrona'

sedum ‘Matrona’

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the north border in the “way back”

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The light got weirder.

looking toward the shed; the garden isn't as messy as it looks

looking toward the shed; the garden isn’t as messy as it looks

path in the rock garden

path in the rock garden

14082715The guy I live with said rain was coming. See the streaks? 14082716I know where to be, in case that happens. 14082717The weird light went away, of course, and then this happened. For once, it didn’t matter that things didn’t look in focus. As you can see, I have a movie for you. If this were longer, it would definitely need popcorn. White cheddar popcorn for me, please. But served in my fort. There’s plenty of room for both me and a pile of white cheddar popcorn in my fort. I even get my dinner served to me there.

Anyway, the movie. I do know this is kind of weird, in keeping with today’s theme, but it wasn’t my idea.

 

Until next time, then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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little things

Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest, most-up-to-date news from our garden. You may remember me from such up-to-date posts as “The Expired Chicken” and “Grapevine Down”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. This is my summertime pose, now, I guess.14082508I’ve been sick, but feeling much better today, thank you; of course I have a live-in nurse, and antibiotics to take. The guy I live with says I “got into something” on my walk, which I do almost every year, so we’re kind of used to this, but still, it was such a beautiful day yesterday that I was sad, because I didn’t feel so well.

Today wasn’t so beautiful, though it started out like it would be, and then the clouds rolled in, and it got all dark and thundering, like it has so many times this summer, and I had to retreat to my fort, as you see me here. It got nicer, later.

For all the darkness and thunder we’ve had this month (not to say anything of July, June, or May), we’ve had less than a half an inch of rain so far, so the guy I live with says if it isn’t going to rain, it should be sunny. I think I agree.

The guy I live with has been obsessing on cyclamen, a little, because he tends to obsess on little things when going out into the garden isn’t much fun. Cyclamen hederifolium again. 14082509

14082506Cyclamen fatrense again (or C. purpurascens, if you insist). The one on the bottom sowed itself. Or I should say ants sowed it. 14082502Another seedling, maybe of Cyclamen cilicium. Heuchera leaves on the right. 14082501The four o’clock, Mirabilis multiflora, is looking pretty good. Climbing into Yucca baccata14082504The cowpen daisy, Verbesina encelioides. The guy I live with is extremely happy that these decided to live in the front yard. 14082505And, for years, the guy I live with has had issues with finding a true perennial datura (Datura wrightii; not the others), but seedlings have never lived long. He doesn’t know why.

The other day he noticed a datura in the front yard, and it’s decided to bloom. It’s probably not wrightii, but who cares? (I don’t, anyway.) It really is a little purpley on the end there. 14082503Oh, okay, I need to show you this. I think this is really dumb, but the guy I live with insisted I show you how to make your own portable drip irrigation device. You get an empty plastic jug, and put a hole in it, with a nail (pin is too small; the plastic will heat in the sun and seal the hole), on the bottom, in the area indicated with the blue dot.14082507Then, putting your finger over the hole (the guy I live with said to say this, because when he first invented this, well, guess what happened), you fill up the jug, and carry it out to the plant you want to drip water on.

I admit, this is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever posted about. (He says I haven’t seen anything yet.)

Well, that’s all the news for today. I imagine I’ll be posting more cyclamen pictures, and hopefully the twenty or so species of autumn-blooming crocus will start to appear, and there are asters and other things to come. I can hardly wait, because it means cooler weather, and maybe an end to the thunder, eventually.14082510

 

Until next time, then.

 

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freak-out time

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest and greatest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “The Barrow Of Fear” and “Below Normal”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. I was hot, and panting, which possibly explains the focus issue. I can’t explain it in the other pictures.14082101Well, practically nothing has been going on lately, except for the guy I live with constantly complaining about the lack of sun here. Oh, and the fact that I’m starting new meds next week and they cost a bundle of money. They’re supposed to help me lose weight. He says I’m worth it, which is good.

The weather has been the same here for a very long time. I could post pictures, but they wouldn’t look any different from the last bunch of gray, cloudy, dismal sky pictures I posted. I’m constantly worried that it will thunder and that I might get hit by lightning, but the guy I live with says not to worry. I do anyway.

I thought I’d post a picture of our front lawn, to prove that we have one. I’ve shown pictures of it before, but now it’s “peaking”, according to the guy I live with. We have a lawn that peaks. He says the reddish flagstone “strikes a discordant note”. I think he gets that from reading a lot of Graham Stuart Thomas. 14082102The scrub oaks have acorns on them. For now, of course. They get eaten.

Quercus undulata

Quercus undulata

But other than that, our days are kind of the same. We like it that way. There has been one change, though, and that happened at night. Late the other night, at Tinkle Time, when I went out into the “way back” with the guy I live with, to tinkle right before bedtime, I heard this noise that sounded like of like “Hghjblblblblblgggghhhhhaaaaa!” Something like that. Then there was a bunch of hopping up and down and much waving of the arms.

The guy I live with had walked into one of these.14082105Coming upon a three-foot-long yellow-bellied racer and a four-foot-long bullsnake in the garden were nothing, but this, entirely different story.

The guy I live with claimed, later, that all the commotion he made was “an expression of regret for having destroyed such a thing of beauty”. You bet.

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Until next time, then.

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some flowers, for once

Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, Chess the weather-traumatized border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Guess The Weather” and “It Raineth Every Day”, among so many, many other weather-related posts.

Here I am in a characteristically traumatized pose. I was sure I was going to be hit by lightning today, but as you can see, I wasn’t. 14081819This what my back yard looked like around one in the afternoon, yesterday. It thundered for hours yesterday. 14081817What it looked like at the same time, today.14081818And right before my dinner time. It thundered for hours again today. 14081820I was fairly bummed out, as the guy I live with says they used to say in a time called “the Sixties”. 14081821The guy I live with, though, went out into the garden, “to fearlessly take pictures”. Ever since he read that the split infinitive was a made-up rule, he splits them left and right. He said the blog could use some flower pictures, for once. “To easily give it more class.”

He bought a bunch of oreganos from a mail-order nursery in California a couple of years ago and either lost the labels or buried them with the plants. I know, hard to believe.14081805

 

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14081815Here’s Salvia ‘Maraschino’, a hybrid between Salvia microphylla and S. grahamii. The guy I live with says that S. grahamii (and S. lemmonii) are now considered to be S. microphylla, so this is a hybrid with itself, I guess. It likes a lot of water at this time of year, and might be better in one of the sand piles. (This was supposed to be in focus…..)14081812A salvia which was labeled ‘Dark Dancer’, but it isn’t. It’s been here for ages. (Flower of Achnatherum scribneri, grass, on the left.)14081811An agastache of the A. cana type. 14081807Coronado Red, again. Also not hugely in focus. I should learn how to take pictures, I think, because my eyesight is certainly better than you-know-who’s. 14081808Salvia blepharochlaena.14081804Incarvillea olgae. This is a tall one, but could use more water….14081803The first of the Cyclamen hederifolium.14081802The sphaeralceas in the way back. The flag is to remind the guy I live with to water something he just planted. Oh, I know, Asclepias latifolia14081809The big orange one, again, that he now thinks might not be Sphaeralcea incana, though it looks mighty like it. 14081810Muhlenbergia dubia and Sphaeralcea munroana14081806Okay, that’s all the flowers. The guy I live with says it might be nicer if it rained instead of just thundered for hours, but you can’t have everything. Eventually the clouds headed east “where they belong” (so farmers can get the rain, he says), and I got to go on my afternoon walk. (The guy I live with said that was a metaphor. I’m tired of metaphors.) Look how green the weeds are. 14081822I guess that’s all for today. 14081823

 

Until next time, then.

 

 

 

 

 

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at the arboretum

Greetings and salutations everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest and greatest news from our garden, or, in this case, from somewhere else. You may remember me from such posts as “Guarding The Fort” and “Time To Get Serious”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. (Yes, I know my toenails need to be clipped, but don’t tell anyone else, okay?)14081627I was left alone again today. Not for very long, really, but I didn’t get to go, which was a disappointment, but the guy I live with said that where he went was to a place where no pets were allowed.

I don’t consider myself to be a “pet”; I’m the guy I live with’s best buddy, a pal, if you will, but he said that other people don’t make that distinction, so I had to stay home.

He went to the Chatfield Arboretum. It’s part of Denver Botanic Gardens. It’s pretty much right down the street from us.

First, there was the obligatory stop to take a picture of the outcrop of Niobrara Shale on the way there. The white stuff is the shale. 14081602Looking the other way (south).14081603Looking across the road (southeast). The arboretum is down in the valley there, and off to the east. 14081604The arboretum is on the site of an old farm, built in the 1860s, and Deer Creek runs through it.

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14081623He wandered around some, but he said he was perspiring so much he thought he might lose his mind. I don’t know how he could tell, if he did. It’s been really humid here, for us.

tree form of Hippophae rhamnoides

tree form of Hippophae rhamnoides

bark of the black locust, Robinia pseudoacacia

bark of the black locust, Robinia pseudoacacia

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14081624I know what lives in here, because I grew up with them when I was really super extra little.14081625The guy I live with says he’s always wanted one of these.14081626Well, that’s where he went. Then he came back, and everything was okay. I knew it would be. It hasn’t thundered yet, and it’s pretty hot, so I think I’ll just hang out in my fort.14081628

 

Until next time, then.

 

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