Greetings and salutations, everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my day in the garden, and my life with a fairly weird human being. You may remember me from such outstanding and memorable posts as “Still No Lightbulb” and “No One Cares But Me” (which was about the same thing as this post is), among many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, with characteristic after-walk paws.Well, it’s been a pretty typical, normal day….so far…..but the guy I live with has come down with “white fever”, a disease which, if you lived across the Atlantic Ocean from here, you would smile knowingly at on hearing this diagnosis. Or roll your eyes.
Personally, like if you asked me, I would probably roll my eyes too, since all of this doesn’t have a whole lot to do with me, so it’s kind of boring, in a not-about-me way.
The guy I live with says snowdrops, aside from the regular ones, are next to impossible to get here because of CITES (Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora), which says that even cultivated varieties of snowdrops, most of which originated in gardens in the U.K., require a permit to import, a permit which costs about $95 a bulb, so he just sighs. He sighs a lot.
He did order some snowdrops just a week ago from The Temple Nursery in New York, which offers a number of “named varieties”, so he can add to his collection slowly but surely.
Until next time, then.