Greetings and salutations everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie. You may remember me from such posts as “May Day” and “Pictures Of Me”, among so many others.
Here’s another picture of me, in what the guy I live with says is the most characteristic pose of all.
Well, so what if I lie around a lot. Someone has to do it.
There’s not much to talk about today, anyway. Here’s another picture of Crocus kotschyanus ‘Reliant’.
The guy I live with says that the name ‘Reliant’ sounds like a British dreadnought. He’s so funny. It’s really called that because some forms of this species rarely if ever flower.
The big deal right now is the grape bush, Vitis acerifolia, which is new to the garden. I’m going to call it the grape bush because that’s what my mommy would have called it, and the guy I live with would have countered with bush grape, which he would say is what it’s really called, and then she would have said grape bush, and he would have said bush grape, and on and on. Finally he would have stood out in the middle of the yard, turning all purple and stuff just like a grape, and yelled bush grape at almost the top of his lungs, and then after the echo died down we would have heard a tiny little voice from another part of the yard say grape bush and it would have started all over again.
You can see it’s already turning color from the cool nights. Very autumnal, I say. An autumnal grape bush.
The guy I live with says it’s also called the “panhandle grape”, which could either mean the Texas Panhandle or the Oklahoma Panhandle, depending on which panhandle you were standing in, I guess, because it comes from both places. Also southeastern Colorado. It’s not a vine, either. It’s a bush, which you might not have known if you started reading the post way down here.
You might also not know that the garden is filled with grape vines; mostly the native grape, Vitis riparia, and some regular grapes, and the canyon grape, Vitis arizonica. Raccoons get all the grapes, though the guy I live with says he might make dolmades some day. (Not after the leaves fall off, though.) But the one that’s turning all golden right now is a bush. A grape bush.
So that’s the big news on this very busy day. Until next time, then.