Greetings and salutations everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about the latest news from our garden, on this, the birthday of Reginald Farrer (1880-1920), the “father of modern rock gardening”. You may remember me from such memorable posts as “Naming Names” and “A Gloomy Evening”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I was deeply suspicious of the camera’s flash going off, it being evening and all, but the flash didn’t go off. Or on. I’m not sure which it is, I guess. The guy I live with must be a camera wizard. I know I look all pink and stuff, but I’m really not. I don’t have much for today, partly because the guy I live with didn’t get much sleep last night. It was so windy the house was shaking. He said I was snoring through the whole thing, including the “dozen times, at least” that he had to get up and release a mouse caught in the Tin Cat. And then I decided we needed to get up at 5:15 this morning, for reasons known only to me. And I’m not telling. You can figure it out for yourself, I think.
The guy I live with did manage to get a picture of the moonset early this morning. It was much colder this morning than we thought it would be, and things were frozen a little at moonset. You do say moonset, don’t you? I mean, there’s sunset, so isn’t there moonset?The guy I live with looked it up in the Oxford English Dictionary, and there is a word moonset, and it means exactly what I thought it did. So there. Moonset.
He raked some, today, and sowed some more seed, but spent most of the day napping, which he said was all my fault, though I got to nap too, so I didn’t hold it against him, saying it was my fault that he had to take a nap. He also said the mice were coming into the kitchen using some new way, and was going to spend the day looking for the new way, but the nap took priority, I guess. I bet it’s the same mouse getting into the Tin Cat every time, and filling up on peanut butter before it makes enough noise that the guy I live with gets out of bed and goes down into the kitchen to release it. At least we aren’t getting a cat.
Anyway, the nap prevented him from reading passages from Farrer’s English Rock Garden to me, which was fine with me.
A little later on, he spied something in one of the raised beds.It was a bit battered from last night’s wind, and the freezing cold morning, but he was happy about it nonetheless. He was much less happy discovering that some other crocuses had been nibbled by the rabbit. You might say he was hopping mad. He sprayed some anti-rabbit spray and put down more chicken wire. But, anyway, the crocus was blooming. This is Crocus korolkowii ‘Black Eyed Beauty’. You can see a little damage from freezing weather there, but the guy I live with said “Whatever”, and I guess that was that. There are crocuses in bloom here, now.
Until next time, then.