Greetings and salutations, everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my day. You may remember me from such entertaining and informative posts as “The Sand Man” and “A Day At The Opera”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristically sad pose.
Have you ever seen anyone look so sad? So pathetically sad? So sad it redefines the definition of the word “sad”?
Well, the guy I live with left me alone today, so that he could go to Denver Botanic Gardens all by himself. To give him some credit, he’s never done that before, and it is right before the holidays and stuff, but he wanted to see if he could do it, and he did. I stayed at home and guarded the house, and made sure the carpet was level. I can do both things at the same time.
This is right by the entrance. (I’m supposed to say these are really large files and you can embiggen them if you click on them. He and my mommy watched The Simpsons at every opportunity. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know that already.)
He went over to the “dryland mesa” after that.
The guy I live with said he was particularly “intrigued” by these next two opuntias, both of which were labeled “Opuntia sp.” He says to say that “sp.” is pronounced “spuh”, if you didn’t know. That’s the way he and my mommy pronounced it, because they thought it was funny. Lots of people have no sense of humor, but they did. The opuntias are particularly blue, with tints of purple in the winter.
Another Yucca faxoniana.
And maybe a Yucca elata.
Then to the Rock Alpine Garden.
Then he came home (he said he was only gone two and a half hours, but it seemed like three hundred), we took a nap, got up, I had my dinner, and we went on our walk.
And that was our day. It turned out okay after all.
The guy I live with says he hopes you enjoyed this little trip to DBG, even though I wasn’t there to make it really great.
Until next time, then.