Hello everyone, and greetings from soggy Colorado; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and doing a much better job than he could do if he filled in for me. You may remember me from such posts as “Going To California” and “A Poopy Day”, among other delights. Here I am, in my fort, in a characteristic pose.
Today, the guy I live with decided to invent a new game. It’s called “Guess the Weather”. The rules are simple. Try to guess what the weather is like here. There aren’t any prizes or anything. We have a saying here, which is truer than the other saying everybody else says is a saying, and that is, “If you don’t like the weather here, wait for three months and it might change.” I’m only partly kidding.
Actually, it was nice when I decided to get up at six this morning. Chilly, and it smelled like wet wood and wet garden (instead of my neighbor’s air “freshener”, which is what it usually smells like). The guy I live with was a little surprised because I got up at 8:45 yesterday morning. On our morning walk it was sprinkling, and we got soaking wet, which was fun. Then we took a nap, which was also fun, then the sun came out and the guy I live with headed out into the garden with his trowel, and did stuff for a while. A warm breeze came up, too.
He planted some bulbs. He has this motto, “Plant one, slice through two.” He gets really mad at himself when he slices through bulbs, but there are zillions in the garden, so it’s hard not to. He thinks there should be a garden Bulb Detector, like an X-ray machine, so that you can see bulbs underground before you plant more.
He took a picture of the dyckia on the driveway. It’s half agave and half asparagus, he says. I think he focused on the leaves instead of the asparagus part. No, really, it’s sitting in a pot on the driveway. The guy I live with says we only have one car, so there’s plenty of room for plants there.
We used to have two cars but after my mommy died the guy I live with gave his car, a white Focus named Snowdrop, to the Denver Rescue Mission. They were really nice people; the woman who came to get it cried when he gave her the keys. And then later he got a really nice note from the person who had been given the car by the Mission. So that’s why there’s room on the driveway for plants. No one is going to swipe this, that’s for sure.
He also walked around to the side yard and took this picture of a colchicum. He thinks it’s Colchicum speciosum ‘Album’.
Another interesting thing that happened is that with all the rain, the yellow jackets in the back yard are blaming the guy I live with for getting their nest all wet. They chased him all over the back yard and it was pretty funny to see him do the Yellow Jacket Dance. He didn’t get stung though.
The nest is under a rock.
After dinner we went on our walk, and halfway through I was pretty sure I heard thunder, and it turned out I was right. As usual. I can hear Brie being sliced ever so quietly in the kitchen, with, as Raymond Chandler wrote, “as much noise as a bill makes in a wallet.” Brie is one of my favorites, though the guy I live with says I can’t have too much fat; like it’s not good for me or something. How can something that tastes so good be bad for you?
Anyway, it thundered hugely and loudly for a while, and I hid under the table here. I didn’t want to see my skeleton like they say you can do if you get hit by lightning. Then it rained, and then the sun came out, and now it’s raining again. A lot. Wait, no, it stopped. We’ve “only” gotten about three inches (7.5cm) in the last three or so days. It’s bizarre that I can say “only”. The flooding up north is really bad.
I’ll say goodbye with that, and with a picture of one of our garden tenants staying dry. (And safe, too.)