Hello everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from our garden, even if it isn’t much. You may remember me from such spectacularly delightful posts as “Inching Toward Spring” and “More Weirdness”, among so many, many others.
Well, it’s spring, and so, along with spring, come the complaints. Not from me, of course, because I like almost everything. It snowed a little yesterday.
If you look closely, you can see the opuntia pads standing more or less upright, which means they’re filling with water, which is a sign of spring. “As is the snow”, the guy I live with says to add. (The Havahart trap in back isn’t set; it’s just there to be scary.) Today, according to the guy I live with, for whom everything has to be totally perfect, of course, the day was “icky” because it was cold (below freezing) for most of the day, and he wanted to go out and fiddle around in the garden, but couldn’t, because it was icky.
Well, whatever, huh. I took naps all day in the living room, so I didn’t much care about the icky day.
And of course he felt icky, too, because he spent most of last night getting up and releasing mice caught in the Tin Cat. One was even there when we got up this morning for my breakfast. I was sound asleep during all this mouse releasing, “snoring loudly” according to the guy I live with, though at least once I woke up because he was complaining about the mice coming into the house after all the “mouseproofing” he’d done.
I thought “mouseproofing” meant that no mice, oh, never mind. There are two Tin Cats in the house now.
Some gardening now. Corydalis angustifolia, which is scenting the rock garden with vanilla, kind of like vanilla cake, which I could really go for right now. A big piece, with some ice cream on top. I won’t get any just because I mention it, but with the things I have to put up with, you’d expect I would. The focus here is weird, but the guy I live with reminded me that it was an icky day today.The other thing that’s gone on in the last couple of days is that he’s spent quite a bit of time uploading my mommy’s pictures to his Photobucket. Over 2600 pictures, including a whole lot of pictures of purebred border collies, including puppies. I’m in there too, so the collection is really excellent. And a lot of my mommy’s watercolors are there.
If you want to look at the pictures, they’re here. My mommy took a few pictures of plants the guy I live with wanted her to take pictures of, but most of these are pictures she wanted to take. Some have been posted on this blog, naturally.
One picture he found is of a watercolor my mommy was working on in the months before she died. When he offered the Hunt Institute some of her watercolors (they took some and declined others), they accepted this unfinished watercolor of Yucca harrimaniae.
It was sitting on the easel, just as she left it, like everything else downstairs, but eventually the guy I live with decided he should give it up, so now it’s in the Hunt. I’m sorry the day was so icky for the guy I live with, and I bet if it had rained instead of just being cold he wouldn’t’ve complained so much, but rain in spring hardly ever happens here, these days, so it was just icky and I had to hear about it for most of the day, until it turned nice later.
Tomorrow, a big pile of pea gravel is being delivered, so the guy I live with can get some exercise. I won’t be helping, because that’s not in my job description. I’ll watch, though.
Until next time, then.