Greetings and salutations everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest and most up-to-date news from our garden. You may remember me from such up-to-date posts as “Below Normal” and “No Snow Yet”, among so many, many others.
Okay, that’s good. Now, before I start talking about what happened today, I should say that it snowed yesterday morning, but the snow is all gone now, and it was a “good day for planting”, and so the guy I live with decided to plant all the saxifrages he got the other day. I should also say that everything here is completely and one hundred percent true, though it might not seem like it could be.
Believe it or not, he sometimes consults “the saxifrage book”, a book which he really likes.
So he started planting. Every so often he would come inside to wash his hands and give me a biscuit, and then look in this book. Then he would go back outside.
Within a few minutes of starting to plant, though, he started walking all over the garden, and going into the garage, and looking all over the patio, and going into the bedroom, and the laundry room, and the bathroom, and the kitchen a couple of times, and into the shed, and then back into the garage, then out to the way back garden, then around the garden a few times, then back into the garage.
It occurred to me that he was looking for something. The missing trowel. The blade was black, and it had a wooden handle. He is obsessed with trowels in general, but this one was new, and he was testing it.
He was afraid he was having a “senior moment”, even though technically he isn’t one (a senior, I mean), and fretted about this for quite a while, and then decided to get the “other trowel” (not the missing one), and continue planting.
One of the pleasant things about rock gardening is being able to crawl along the paths and look closely at the little plants growing on either side. My mommy loved to do that, and weed at the same time. The guy I live with was crawling along the path, planting, weeding, and looking for his trowel at the same time, when he came across Crocus malyi blooming. The picture isn’t totally in focus, and he accidentally kicked dirt into the flower, but here it is anyway.
And here’s another picture of Korolkowia sewerzowii, taken when the trowel was still missing.Then, in the Jardin Exotique, which isn’t so exotique any more, he came across this inhabitant of the garden, which means bad things for the mice. The trowel was still missing. Well, it went on like this pretty much all day long. Running around with the “other trowel”, and fuming about the missing one. I couldn’t help much, but if you look very closely at this picture (even embiggen it if necessary), maybe you can see why he was so frustrated.
Until next time, then.