Hello everyone, here I am again. Chess the purebred border collie. Filling in for the guy I live with, even though he insists on taking really dumb pictures of me, his faithful companion. You may remember me from such posts as “Where We Live” and “One Thing Follows Another”, among many other wonderful posts. I mean if I do say so myself, which of course I do.
In none of those posts was my picture as silly as the one I get to provide today. (Notice that I know the word “none” is singular. I don’t always follow the rules of grammar, what with being a dog and all, but I thought I’d show that I do know the rules, at least some of them.) Anyway this is what we get for tonight.
He calls this chiaroscuro. I think it makes me look ridiculous, but he says it’s my fault because I wouldn’t sit still for a “real portrait”.
Well, time to turn the tables, I think. On our walk this morning, we saw frost along the banks of the creek. It’s true that this can happen long before frost reaches the garden itself, since the creek is lower than the garden and cold air drains down from Mount Lindo a few miles away, but it got the guy I live with thinking. That’s right, thinking.
All of these plants will need to be brought inside within the next month.
And, oh yes, these.
He claims that the Dasylirion berlandieri in the pot on the left isn’t very heavy, but the nameless agave next to it (to the left of the manzanita), is. Really, really heavy, and stabby too. The variegated one isn’t heavy.
Oh, and these. The slipper plant (the green sticks) in back left isn’t very heavy, nor are the Dasylirions miquahensis (or whatever) and quandrangulatum, or even the Nolina nelsonii. The tecoma thing, though, in the big pot, is really heavy. The sharkskin agave isn’t heavy, just planted crookedly. (I didn’t do that.)
And, uh, these as well. The Agave horrida in the back, on the left in the blue pot, is super extra really heavy (so he says), and he’s sure to be sliced to pieces just trying to pick it up. He gets scratched just looking at it. (That’s Opuntia santa-rita, Dasylirion acrotriche, a couple of dyckias, one of which is about to flower, as we showed a while ago, and Aloe ferox, if you wanted to know.)
Really good planning, I say. All of these plants have to be carried inside, and up the stairs into the spare bedroom. Who exactly did he think was going to move all these heavy, stabby plants inside?
The guy I live with, figuring that I’ve built up my muscles dragging him along the canal road on our walks, thought it might be a good idea to hitch me up to a cart so I could drag these things inside. I think not.
My job is doing things like following the hose.
I’ll sign off with that. If the guy I live with skewers himself moving all these plants inside, I guess I’ll have to learn to take pictures, too.