Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to bring you up to date on what’s been happening in the last several days. You may remember me from such posts as “Up The Creek”, among so many, many others.
It was cold, then it wasn’t, then it was, and now it isn’t. That pretty much sums up things around here.
The guy I live with had his last radiation yesterday. That was thirty-nine in all. He has to have follow-up appointments in a few months. The hormone therapy is still going, will be peaking in a few weeks, then slowly things will return to normal, though of course things won’t ever be all that normal here again.
The guy I live with said that for a while now he’s been happier than he has been in a long time, and I can tell. He is just going with the flow and not thinking too much about the future. We had a pretty good day today, working in the garden.
There are bunches of things in flower now. He used the phone to take pictures of these color forms of Corydalis solida. The focus could have been better. He says the corydalis all had labels once, but that a certain puppy stole all the labels because it seemed like a fun thing to do.
Most of these were selected by nursery people in Latvia and Lithuania, but now they don’t ship here. You can get some color forms from Odyssey Bulbs, though. These corydalis (the guy I live with won’t let me call them “corydalises”) are very easy to grow in sort of a woodland setting.
We kind of have this policy of not showing dead things, except for dead plants, of which there are always a lot, but we kept wondering when water in the canal would start to flow again. It seemed like it was really late in the year for it to start. One day we looked down into the canal bed and there was this huge dead crawdad.
I went down to look at things, but not at the crawdad. It might only have been playing dead and pinched me on the nose. The guy I live with said there were some others lying in the dirt, pretty pathetically, but I prefer to err on the side of caution.
I went in, but the water was really cold. I mean really cold. So I jumped back out again. The guy I live with would have said I was a wimp, but he knows better. He know just how fierce I can be.
Until next time, then.