Hello everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from our garden on this soggy and slushy day. You may remember me from such fascinating posts as “Little Red Elephants” and “Baffled Again”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. The guy I live with has been reading about the czars of Russia and decided my picture should be taken with gaze averted, just like a czar or something. Come to think of it, I do rather look like royalty. Snow-eating royalty, to boot. I could probably just stop right here, now that the post is all totally excellent, but the guy I live with insists on trying to be interesting, so here goes.
It was a pretty nice day. Hard to believe it was so cold just a few days ago.It was melting so much that the guy I live with’s feet got wet, and he had to change shoes and socks, then those got wet, and on and on. He has about fifty pairs of socks just because of that.
He sowed a whole bunch of seed today. It was too drippy on the patio to do it there, so he sowed the seed indoors, after filling the pots outside. There was an offer of help, as usual, but he dismissed it.He also moved all the pots in the garage refrigerator back out to the shelves on the patio, and covered them with a double layer of plastic. This is especially attractive.
When the plastic flaps in the wind, it’s pretty scary, but you can see how he takes care of that in the next picture, if you look closely, and the picture also shows the seed pots nestled on the shelves. He thinks “nestled” sounds more positive than “sitting”. He’s sown seed this way for almost a quarter century now. When something starts to happen in one of the pots, the pot gets moved out into a frame on the trough patio to be in more or less full sun. The pots are in plastic trays that can be filled with water; drying out is the biggest danger, he says.
If nothing happens, he flings the contents of the pot out into the garden, accompanied by a colorful phrase or two, and then a couple of years later wonders what plant it is that has appeared in the garden “as if by magic”.
I say the biggest danger here is that some rodent might discover that this is warmer than practically everywhere else and chew its way through the plastic, but the guy I live with says that probably won’t happen. I’m not going to be involved, that’s for sure. The water jug, which is what that is, is to keep pots from falling over. In theory, anyway.
He got all his seed from the Scottish Rock Garden Club and the Czech seed collectors a couple of days ago, and so there’s more sowing to be done. It gives him something to do, besides constantly going down into the laundry room and looking at the “zillion” cactus seedlings. I think he’s exaggerating the number, but I think there really are a lot, now. You know those people who say really weird things and you just think “Huh”? Well, when people ask the guy I live with what he’s going to do with all the cactus and other plants, he just says “Huh?”, like they’d asked the weirdest question in the world. “What sort of thing is that to ask a gardener? What am I going to do with all the plants?” Well, most of them will probably die when he forgets to water them on a hot day, but I don’t say things like that to him.
I guess that’s all. Wait, no, I got to see Norm the coyote pretty close up yesterday morning, and that was really cool, though the guy I live with didn’t have his camera, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. We didn’t say anything to each other, though. Just looked at each other.
Until next time, then.