another sentimental post

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our very damp garden, and also to bring you a sentimental post. You may remember me from such posts as “A Short, Sentimental Post”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.It rained again yesterday evening, and I got very wet on my walk. There wasn’t any thunder, which was kind of amazing. The guy I live with suggested we might have entered a portal to another dimension, where it doesn’t thunder every single time it rains, when we walked into the field. It was nice, for sure.

All the rain has made the garden super green. The snow helped, too. You can see the Kentucky coffee tree out in the “way back” hasn’t leafed out yet. It’s those branches sticking up to the right of the shed. The “old rock garden”, with a view to the Russian hawthorn, with its weirdly-growing branches. The big rose, Rosa kokanica, has started to block the path to the back. The path is called “Pooka’s Shortcut” because he made it, many years ago. He couldn’t be bothered to run around the rock garden and down the path. (You can see the steel hoop fence on the north side of the path. I would agree that that would be too much trouble when there’s stuff that needs to be barked at out in the field.)The water was gone from the canal for a few days, which was strange, but now it’s flowing again and the ducks like it.

Also, the guy I live with said that a western tanager has been at the oriole feeder for the last two days, and he really wanted to take a picture of it, but it always flies away when it thinks it’s going to have its picture taken. It’s yellow with a red head, so pretty noticeable.

As I suggested, this is going to be a sentimental post. I mentioned Pooka’s Shortcut, but there’s another shortcut. This is Slipper’s Shortcut. (I use it, too.) He made this when he and his buddy Chess played hide-and-seek in the garden, which they did a lot. Slipper would use this shortcut to sneak up on Chess. It was kind of cheating, but they both enjoyed it.

The guy I live with said that the blog has already talked enough about the lady of the house, who died eight years ago tomorrow, and so he thought I should show some pictures of Slipper, who was Chess’s buddy, and who died here seven years ago today.

Here he is when he was about six months old. He was named after a character in The Irish R.M. (like Flurry before him was). 

Here he is on the stairs.

Probably in his second winter.

Here he is, meeting the turtle. The turtle was here for a very long time.

Here’s Slipper learning to pick his own raspberries and eat them.

Here’s Slipper meeting Chess, the first day Chess came to the house.

Here they are on the couch together. They were first cousins, but also great friends. That’s all I have for today. I hope you enjoyed all the pictures of Slipper. The guy I live with thought it was about time that we did something like that, and it’s been too wet to do much serious gardening here. Besides, lots of pictures of purebred border collies are excellent, even if most of the pictures weren’t of me.

Oh, and the guy I live with did get sort of a tanager picture.I will leave you with a picture of me, chewing on something, though, just to add to the general excellence.

Until next time, then.




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the new thing

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here today, well, just to tell you some stuff. You may remember me from such posts as “Misty, Drizzly, Rainy”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. You know when I say, like I almost always do, that hardly anything is going on here? Less than hardly anything is going on here, right now, because the garden looked like this, this morning. Yes, it’s snowing. And, yes, you might be able to imagine what I heard about it. The guy I live with claims to be stoic and all that, but that’s never stopped him from expressing his opinion of the weather here.

“At least it isn’t hailing.”

There is that to consider.

Yesterday, or maybe the day before, I forget, this thing appeared on the back patio. It’s a wooden thing.

It turned out that not only was this a thing, it was a cypress knee. They form on the root systems, I guess, of bald cypresses (Taxodium distichum), and no one really knows for sure why they do. The people across the street were moving away, and they said he could take the knee, otherwise it would be thrown away. So now we have this cypress knee, and you might see it in pictures later, but you’ll know what it is. You might have known already.

There is a real bald cypress growing less than a mile away from here, believe it or not. We drive past it sometimes when I come home from Day Care.

The guy I live with said that the knee didn’t make up for the fact that it’s supposed to go below freezing tonight and tomorrow night, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that except complain. He’s very good at complaining.

The water in the creek was pretty high this evening. “It’s been higher”, the guy I live with said.

Then he remembered that he forgot to go to the meeting about the drainage system of the creek. He loses track of time, and doesn’t always know what day it is (except, thankfully, for Day Care day). He was going to mention the sofa that someone threw under a bridge that goes over the creek, and how that might impede drainage just a little. We sometimes walk by the bridge, and every time we do, the guy I live with says the sofa is still there, which I can see too, but he feels like he has to say that.

And that’s really all I had for today. We have a thing in the back yard now, and it’s snowing. 

Until next time, then.

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