Hello everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such riveting posts as “Left Alone”, and the other post called “Left Alone”, and “Home Alone Once Again”, and “Guarding The Fort”, among so many, many others, most of which weren’t about me being left alone.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, after the guy I live with came back home after leaving me alone for two whole hours. Now, you may not think that two hours is a long time, but it is to a purebred border collie, and besides, the guy I live with’s whole life revolves around me, so you would think he would do something less selfish than take a trip to a nursery, but he did anyway.
He made it all better when he came home, of course, and I even got some pecan-smoked salmon, since he smoked some yesterday, and it was good. But still ….
It is Saint Patrick’s Day, and the guy I live with is partly Irish, and at this time of year he’s really ultra sad (though not as sad as I was when I was left alone for two whole hours), and also his great-great-great (etc) grandfather had to leave Ireland under what the family said were “unknown circumstances”, and he was a gardener, too. And of course both my grandpa Flurry and my buddy Slipper were named after characters in The Irish R.M.
He went to Timberline Gardens for some plants he “had to have”, and so, well, he was gone for two whole hours.
Setting up the tables.
He wandered around, like he does, and then his eye caught the cactus display garden. Or, no, wait, the cactus display garden caught his eye. (That would hurt, I think.) I showed that a while back when everything was in full bloom, but the guy I live with says things should look interesting in the winter, too. So he took some pictures.
By the way, you can get these cactus at the nursery, or at Cold Hardy Cactus, online. You can embiggen these pictures by clicking on them.
Then he went into the greenhouse to look at Cupressus arizonica ‘Fandango’ again.
Oh, and then into the Agave House. Most of these are selections of Agave parryi.
Then some stock plants.
So then, he came back home. I was really glad. And of course, the minute he came home, he had to go out and take some pictures.
I got to go on my walks, of course. Both the morning and afternoon ones were really long, so that sort of made up for being left alone for two whole hours.
The guy I live with pointed out to me that the willows along the creek are rather attractive trees in winter.
He might be right.
Until next time, then.