alone in the bee-loud glade

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today because, well, because. You may remember me from such posts as “Not Quite Like Me”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. It was the camera that was slanted, not me. Well, the guy I live with felt kind of odd about showing a bunch of pictures with snow in them in the last post, and so here’s a post with no snow at all.

And also, this is like super-weird, the Outlook program that we use for email was getting a lot of spam, so the guy I live with created some rules, as they say, and so all the spam went into the trash, but now, all the comments from WordPress are going into the trash too, so he has to look for them, instead of them just being there, if you know what I mean.

Not much happened today.  The garden isn’t very green, but it never really is ultra-green by anyone else’s standards.The one thing that is happening, though, and it’s pretty noticeable, is what I might call an invasion of bees. Honeybees. The back yard is alive with them; you can hear them buzzing when you walk around. There are hundreds of bees. I sometimes like to snack on them but there are so many.
They’re mostly interested in the puschkinias. There are a lot of puschkinias.
And on the tulips, too. There are lots of corydalises in flower too. The guy I live with says it’s corydalis. (Really “corydales”. Nobody says that.)
Corydalis angustifolia has seeded all over the garden. It smells like vanilla cake. I’ve never had vanilla cake but the guy I live with says that’s a good way to describe it. Then there’s Corydalis ruksansii. This picture isn’t in focus, but the guy I live with couldn’t bend down to take the picture.One of many different forms of Corydalis glaucescens. It’s pinker than the picture shows, but really is growing at a slant like that. It’s on a slope. Well, maybe sort of. The guy I live with has been trying to get pictures of these and none have turned out.  Some of the forms are already done flowering. Corydalis schanginii subsp. schanginii has just started.Some other pictures. This is Colchicum hungaricum ‘Valentine’, flowering in one of the frames. The flowers are pinker than they look. I’m not sure what the issue with pink is.  This could really be more in focus but the guy I live with hasn’t mastered focusing with the phone. Sometimes he thinks everything is absolutely focused and then he finds out it isn’t. That’s another one of those metaphors we could do without.
The white form of Crocus tommasinianus in one of the shadiest spots in the yard.Fuzzy pulsatillas. There used to be a lot more pulsatillas in the garden than there are now. After the guy I live with’s wife died, a lot of plants weren’t taken care of like they should have been. It does make him sad to think of all the plants that used to be here; gentians, androsaces, pulsatillas, and so on. Thinking about the way things were. But we both still like the garden.Fritillaria pallidiflora coming up through leaves of Cyclamen cilicium. Oh. I was about to let you go, but then I realized that I hadn’t even talked about one of the most important things here. Pretty major, really.
You may recall a post I made just last October called “A Discovery”, well, you might like to know that we have a pretty good supply of microwave popcorn now. Both Newman’s Own and Orville Redenbacher’s. (There’s even more in a box downstairs.)
Flowers are okay and stuff, but there’s no comparison to having a plentiful supply of popcorn. I don’t think I get my fair share, but the guy I live with says that I do.
I guess you can tell that things are not totally terrible here.

The guy I live with has been watching The Simpsons, starting at the third season, and it hasn’t been all that easy for him, but he’s also been enjoying the episodes. He said he remembered when he and Cindy first saw each episode and that’s been bittersweet. He went downstairs to the studio to get the DVDs of the seventh season, which had been sitting there since she died. That was a bit of a peculiar feeling.
And he also realized that Troy McClure said “You might remember me” and wondered how he could have gotten that wrong, but it’s too late to go back and change every single post. Or even this one. Maybe you didn’t realize that that was an homage to The Simpsons, and to his wife who loved the show so much.

So whatever. That’s our motto. We have popcorn. And things are weird. 


Until next time, then.









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in the twilight zone

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 all the things we’re not doing, just like everyone else. You may remember me from such posts as “Helping In The Garden”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. You might have to look closely.
Well, things are weird. Like completely weird. The guy I live with hasn’t gone anywhere since he went to the doctor on the twelfth, but then again, it’s not like he goes a lot of places anyway. And now he can’t go anywhere.
I do know that I have plenty of food, thanks to Chewy dot com, and the guy I live with has food delivered from time to time, so we’re okay except for the fact that things are weird.

It snowed, and then melted, and then snowed. The guy I live with took a bunch of pictures of the willows in the snow, a while back, but never posted them on Facebook, which is where he was going to post them, but he’d already posted lots of these pictures on Facebook much earlier, so I thought maybe you’d like to see them here, as hopefully the last gasp of winter.
Kind of evocative, aren’t they? The guy I live with said “Evocative in a dismal and cold way.” He doesn’t like cold weather at all.
It was nice in between snowfalls, and it’s nice now, more or less, even though the guy I live with constantly complains about how cold it is. That’s because he’s an old person.
There’s been a little bit of gardening, but not all that much, because it hasn’t been warm enough for him.
The cyclamen, Cyclamen coum, are in flower, finally. (These are phone pictures.)
This one has just started; it’s called ‘Lake Effect’. And then there’s Fritillaria raddeana. These are regular camera pictures. The light was very odd, though.The hens and chicks are beginning to look pretty nice. Here’s a picture of one of them.
Well, that’s it. I just thought you might like to know that we’re still here, and that things are weird.

Until next time, then.

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