Hello, it is I again, Chess the purebred border collie. You may remember me from such delightful posts like “The Sphinx” and all the others that the guy I live with lets me do, in order to give this blog a little bit of interest. Here I am in a characteristic pose, looking very, very, very sad.
This is the look of someone who knows he’s about to be left at home. It’s a very, very sad look indeed.
The guy I live with went to Timberline Gardens like he does a lot. He explained that he wanted some containers. So he went there, and had some plants in his cart, but didn’t have his wallet in his pocket, so it took him three times as long because he retraced his steps twice, and there were a lot of steps to retrace. He was afraid this might be the sign that his declining years were coming on faster than he suspected, and so he left the nursery (it’s a real nursery, where they grow their own plants) without any plants, but it turned out that his wallet was sitting on the table where it always is, unless it’s in his pants pocket. So it was only a partly sad story. He’s back now, and he didn’t lose his wallet. Or, possibly more importantly, his mind.
It turned out, though, that the cactus display garden was in full bloom, and the guy I live that says it was jaw-dropping. The opuntias have plenty of room to spread, and are superbly grown. You can get most of these at Timberline, or online at Cold Hardy Cactus too. The guy I live with took some pictures.
That’s a lot of cactus, huh.
See you later.