Greetings and salutations everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from our garden, which today isn’t much, but the blog must go on, as they say. (I don’t know who says, but probably someone does.) You may remember me from such weather-related posts as “A Windy Day” and “Another Windy Day”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I do look pretty cute, don’t I? 
It was really windy today. You might have guessed, from the title of my post, but I just wanted to make sure. Really, really windy. Here are a few pictures of me on my morning walk. It was excellent, by the way, because we purebred border collies like the wind. 
Pretty windy indeed. In fact, the guy I live with took a picture of what he calls “the neighborhood flag”, that is, a plastic bag caught in a tree.
So there wasn’t much gardening done today. The guy I live with spent most of last night releasing mice caught in the Tin Cat, which made him think that the hole he found the other day was a decoy, to keep him from finding the real secret entrance.
I have a picture of Crocus korolkowii to show you; a new one opened today. This is ‘Amulet’. 
That’s all I have for today. There are other crocuses blooming, and the snowdrops, but it was so windy today that the guy I live with shampooed the carpet instead of doing any gardening. We had tracked a lot of stuff in, so that was probably a good idea.
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 
As the youngsters say, Chester, you are totes adorb!
I am, aren’t I? That’s my favorite toy, too, which needs to be replaced, I guess.
Oh my, please forgive my faux pas, as I couldn’t edit my comment, Chess. I know another dog (not as totes adorb as you) named Chester and it just slipped out!
Oh, that’s okay. We saw that. The guy I live with can edit comments, but he didn’t feel like it. (He’s kind of lazy.) The guy I live with has made so many ridiculous mistakes in his life, he doesn’t feel that other people’s are that important.
Oh, yes, Chess, you are adorable. I loves a DoG that loves his LambChop.
Single Use Plastic Bags: Long time ago I read an article that listed all the names that people around the world had given to this blight. The only one I remember is the South African name: “The National Flower”. (It blooms on trees. Get it?)
South Fricking Africa banned all Single Use Plastic Bags in 2003. The fine for a business using SUPBs was $13,800 (100,000 rand).
I might be the only person on Earth who remembers when she first saw this atrocious 17 micron plastic product. (BTW, a human hair is 50 microns across.) I was a doofus hick (sorry for the redundancy) traveling in France in 1976 and my gift shop purchase at the Louvre was wrapped in this strange substance. I marveled at it. It felt so weird! So silky!
so unlike anything I’d ever touched before. I thought, at the time, that it was just one more reason why Europeans were so much cooler than Americans.
When I read about your walks, dear Chess, I also wonder: does The Guy You Live With ever let you off leash? I mean, you’re in the middle of nowhere. And a pure bred border collie is the most intelligent DoG, king of all canines. the leash: that’s to keep the fuzz at bay. Yes?
Some states have outlawed, but Colorado probably never will. This can be a very windy state, and the bags just blow into someone else’s yard, making it someone else’s problem. The guy I live with doesn’t let me off my leash, which is fine with me. It’s a sixteen-foot long leash, one of those retractable things. There’s a road at the end of the canal road where people drive really fast. And there are sometimes dogs not on leashes, because their owners can’t read, and the dogs might come up to me and try to chomp me. It’s happened before. The guy I live with protected me, though.
So cute you and your toy Chess, I bet you scored a biscuit. i can see how windy it was on your walk as your hair is blowing in the wind, even your lead looks like it is blowing. I don’t mind the wind either even though I am half Border collie and half Belgian shepherd. All the pets before me have hated the wind though. My mum doesn’t like it very much either. There is a dog off leash park near here but mummy hasn’t taken me yet, i do want to meet other dogs and people too. All in good time I guess.
It was really windy. The guy I live with said that if I didn’t weigh so much it might be like flying a kite. I didn’t think that was all that funny, and besides, look who’s talking. The wind is very pleasant except when it’s thundering, but it almost never does that at this time of year. I don’t much like other dogs. They always want to chomp me. It must be my innocent look, or something. I used to like other dogs, a lot, but after I lost my buddy Slipper and the horrible rescue dog came into my house, I stopped liking them. The rescue dog was only here for a day. I tried to make friends but all it wanted to do was chomp me. (It took that long for the guy I live with to come to his senses, and he apologized for a long time afterward. I knew he’d just lost my buddy Slipper a year less one day after my mommy died, and was kind of losing it, but he could have done better nevertheless. It was awful.) People are okay, so long as they don’t try to deliver things to the front door.
I do hope the guy you live with finds the source of the mice. It would be driving me crazy.
It kind of is. Although I was snoring loudly, according to the guy I live with, he caught five mice last night. I know this all sounds kind of disgusting, especially for us, who like to be extremely clean, but there’s a mystery to be solved, too, which makes it mildly tolerable. Unless there’s some secret way into the house, when the mice are tossed into the garage, they shouldn’t be able to come back inside. But they do. Unless the two rooms downstairs are filled with hundreds of mice, which you think would be noticeable, the way mice are, even when you can’t see them.