Hello everyone; it is once again I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to provide with posts of such dazzling insight that they are indeed, well, dazzling and insightful. You may remember me from such posts as “Something Completely Different” and “A Beautiful Day”, among others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, wondering why it’s still so hot. Border collies do not care for hot weather.
Okay, so, the reason I’m posting today is because there are plants in the garden which the guy I live with does not recognize. His excuse that he’s in his declining years really won’t work this time, because I’m almost certain that he sowed seed of these, so he’s just being dumb. Here’s the first one.
He had absolutely no idea what this could possibly be, and searched his memory banks trying to remember what seed he sowed out in front, and after a few hours of thinking, came to the conclusion that this is Engelmannia pinnatifida. Or something else.
Now this one, in the back yard, growing in what he calls the sand pile, is a complete mystery. It kind of looks like a gilia, or an ipomopsis if you prefer, but then again it doesn’t.
Well, that’s really all I have today. Oh, wait, I forgot; here are some more pictures. Someone has been eating the little plants of Verbascum bombyciferum. It’s not me. I don’t know why anyone would find the leaves interesting at all, but maybe they’re just doing this because they can. This is just weird.
Just a few feet away from this is a new aster he planted this year, Aster ericoides ‘Ringdove’. He has high hopes that it won’t have to be watered and won’t get mildew. Mildew is icky.
The guy I live with says he’s not going to call this a sympohyrhticm or whatever. In fact, we were on our walk this afternoon, and there were a bunch of asters colored about the same as this but much taller and with longer leaves, and he didn’t say to me, “Look at the pretty sypmhoyphtrimcs”, he said “Look at the asters”.
He explained that Intermountain Flora conserved the name Aster in their treatment of the genus, and so that’s that, as far as he’s concerned. He also said if it turned out that this plant got mildew he’d have to dig it up and that would be a disaster.
Get it? I didn’t either. My mommy would say something like “You’ve made that joke before and it’s still not funny”, and then the two of them would have a discussion about what’s funny and what isn’t.
I’ll leave it up to you. See you next time.