Greetings and salutations, everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from the garden. You may remember me from such startlingly excellent posts as “N.D.Y.” and “Things From Afar”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.Today’s post is more of a weather report than anything else. You might say it’s a little chilly here. In fact….well, just look at the gutter he didn’t get to. That little shelf, by the way, is a nesting shelf my mommy made. Birds use it to make nests. The grape vine (Vitis riparia, the native grape, sown by a bird) has to be held up by a rope because there was chicken wire wrapped around the downspout for the grape, but the downspout blew apart last winter, because of freezing, and so he had to fix it, and the grape vine had to be removed, and he just hung it like this until he thinks of something else to do with it.
It’s pretty cold, and everything is covered with snow. The guy I live with says we have to endure this so that we can have water to drink. And of course so people can water their lawns. The guy I live with doesn’t have a lawn to water any more. Technically, of course, it could just snow in the mountains and we’d still have water, but it never seems to work that way. So I guess, if you look at it that way, this is all a good thing, though he says it could still be warmer.
The pine on the left, by the way, was supposed to be Pinus pumila, the dwarf Siberian pine, but it isn’t. It’s something else. Still a pine, though. The other conifers aren’t pines. Oh, there’s one in the cage there, but you can’t see it, so that really doesn’t count.
The guy I live with claims it’s more fun to look at seedlings in the house than stand outside freezing. I like standing outside, but there’s an awful lot to be said for central heating. His picture of the baby cactus could have been more in focus, if you ask me. These are seedlings of Echinocereus coccineus, and were germinated without using GA-3, which he says it’s important to say. It must be, then.
And the “big deal of the week”, Calochortus gunnisonii. I showed pictures of the stratified seeds germinating in “Of Seeds And Soil”, a week ago, I think. And now here they are, coming up. There are actually more there than the picture shows. It’s kind of hard to believe that stuff like this really works, but it does.
The seeds were stratified for about a month, which breaks down the abscisic acid, the germination inhibitor, and then the seeds germinate. It doesn’t always work this elegantly, he says.
I think he really needs a greenhouse. You can also sow the seeds outside in November, and they come up the following spring, “like nobody’s business”, which is a funny way to put it, but anyway, once they come up, then the bunnies graze on them, and the guy I live with gets mad, and yet does nothing except spray Deer Off, which works, but of course since he forgot to do it before the little bulb sprouts were eaten, it doesn’t work as well as you’d think.
Anyway, that’s the gardening part of the post. All indoors.
I got to go on both of my walks, because the guy I live with is indifferent to cold, and he likes me well enough to take my on my walk even when it’s chilly. This is how chilly it was when we walked. (And you can see how chilly it was last night, too.) It was too cold for ice to get in my paws. That part was okay. I thought the weather today was refreshing.
Until next time, then.