Greetings and salutations everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, setting the standard in blogging purebred border collie excellence. You may remember me from such outstanding posts as “N.D.Y.” and “Things From Afar”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.Well, the guy I live with decided a few days ago that he “needed some more conifers”, and while I really think he meant that he wanted more conifers, the result was that I was left alone for a long time today. I didn’t have anything to do, but he said the drive was long and pretty boring, so I guess it evened out.
He drove all the way to Laporte Avenue Nursery in Fort Collins. And then back again, fortunately for my dinner needs.
Laporte is a mail-order nursery, but they let you visit by appointment, and so he made one, and drove up there, as I said. (It’s north of here, so we say “up”.) They sell superbly-grown rock garden plants and conifers, dwarf and regular sized.
It was a long drive, and the guy I live with was totally freaked out about it. I mean, he started thinking it symbolized some flight away from our cozy home, and the first long trip alone without my mommy Cindy, and he got so worked up about it I wondered if he was going to make it. Or forget something like his checkbook or camera.
He didn’t, but he missed the turn he was supposed to make, and was driving along when all of a sudden he saw a sign for the Wyoming state line. Then he panicked, because he never, ever gets lost, and so he thought he might be having a senior moment, even though he doesn’t qualify for those yet. But he turned around and found the right road to turn off onto. It’s called Mulberry Street, believe it or not. But the sign doesn’t say that, it says Highway 41 or 14 or something that doesn’t have anything to do with mulberries.
Now, I hope you like pictures of conifers, because there are going to be a lot of them, and I won’t bother with names, because the guy I live with gets so excited being around plants, he forgets to make notes of names, so, like, whatever.
First off, though, were the hellebores, Helleborus niger, spectacular clumps of them all over the place. He of course forgot to ask if this was the normal time for them, winter having been so long and all, because here they start in January, sometimes. Then the rock gardens, with conifers aplenty. It was a little too early for anything in the rock gardens to be blooming, but he thought that was okay. The rock gardens are spectacular in bloom, he says. I wouldn’t know, because I was left at home.
Then into the nursery itself.
Well, that’s it. I hope you enjoyed this trip the nursery, even though I didn’t get to go. The guy I live with is too embarrassed to show how many conifers came home with him, though he did say we might be living on crackers and water for the rest of the month. I am mighty glad he is home.
Until next time, then.