Hello everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest and most up-to-date news in our garden. You may remember me from such amazing posts as “Slush Fun” and “Gardening In The Snow”, among so many, many amazing others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. That’s one of my toys, there. It’s supposed to snow, tonight and tomorrow, and snow a lot. That’s okay by me, but the guy I live with would rather have rain. But then he would have to cover the seed frames with window screen, to prevent “drippage”, and snow doesn’t do that, it just sort of falls on the seed pots, but on the other hand, it can break branches and do all sorts of other stuff, so, well, oh, I don’t really care, I’m a purebred border collie who goes with the flow, and here’s another picture of me instead of hearing the guy I live with complain.Not really a whole lot went on today. The guy I live with hauled a bunch of rocks, even though he keeps saying he’s done hauling rocks, he still hauls them. The front yard is full of rocks now.
He had to do some cooking, since there supposedly wasn’t any food in the house. Of course there was, but mostly just cookies, and I don’t want him eating my biscuits. He made badami murgh, which if you aren’t familiar with it, is Indian almond chicken, and you know that scene in “Raiders of the Lost Ark” (which by the way has been totally spoiled for the guy I live with by Amy Farrah Fowler) where John Rhys-Davies looks down into the Well of Souls and says “Indy, why does the floor move?” My mommy would come up and see what he was cooking and say things like that. “Why is the sauce green?” (I don’t think it looks so green, but he says it is.)“Why is the sauce green?” Why? And after the cilantro and ground spices were folded in.It reminded me of the time my mommy was sitting in her chair at the table and looked at her dinner and said, “I’m afraid of my food.”
I’m not having any, that’s for sure. The guy I live with, who is not to be trusted in such matters, said “It wasn’t all that hot”.
Um, let’s see. Oh. Me again. Now, before it snows and the guy I live with gets all “I hate snow” on me and stuff, here are the miniature beavertails I said I might show, and so I am now. They’re in pots until the snow melts, which it probably all will on Monday.
A couple of corydalis, too. Forms of Corydalis solida. He has to sit on the path in the south rock garden, which is called Mount Zot for very obscure reasons, to take these pictures.
Until next time, then.