Greetings and salutations everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest and greatest news from our garden, which today is hardly anything at all. You may remember me from such great posts as “The Seed Whisperer” and “The Sand Man”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, waiting for the guy I live with to notice me so that I can get a biscuit. I think he did eventually notice me, because he took my picture. I got a biscuit, too. The weather here has been “intolerably gloomy”, according to the guy I live with. He may be right, because it’s been chilly, if not cold, extremely windy, and overcast for a couple of days now. In most places this would mean rain, but here it just means wind. It makes the guy I live with really cranky.
To make things worse, for him anyway, I fell on my face on our afternoon walk, even getting dirt on my nose, and then when I tried to get up, my hind legs gave out, and the guy I live with said he thought this was the end, but I’ve stumbled like that before, and it wasn’t really any big deal, since I’m a senior dog now, though of course it’s going to occupy his mind until he finds something else to worry about. I know he worries about me a lot, and it’s probably good that he does, but sometimes he goes completely overboard with worry. He should learn a lesson or two from me.
Anyway, all the wind and gloom caused the guy I live with to cover the irises about to bloom, because the weather forecast even says it might go below freezing at night. He took this picture of Iris lycotis before it was tucked in for the night, using one of the special plant covers he made, which he keeps handy for times like this. Yesterday, all of a sudden, the guy I live with decided to put a bunch of flagstone in the front yard. It’s pretty ugly, and the guy I live with agrees with that, but he had to use “leftover flagstone”, and so the pieces aren’t all the same color.
I don’t much like it when he works out in the front yard, because I can’t go out and sit with him, which I like to do, just like I did when my mommy was here, and she would spend the day weeding, and I’d sit outside right next to her, which is where I always liked to be. Instead, I have to sit by the living room window, and just watch what’s happening in the front yard through the window.
What you see here is a muddy mess. The guy I live with dug holes for the flagstone, and then watered around them, so that the dirt would turn into mud and flow under and around the flagstone, which it sort of did. Then he says he’ll sow grass seed, blue grama seed that is, in between the flagstone so no one will notice anything with the color differences.
I always wonder when he says “no one will notice anything” and then talks about it constantly. The thing is, there’s this “horrible grass” in the front yard (some in the back yard, too), called “cheat grass” (Bromus tectorum), or “cheat”, or even–get this–“downy chess”. It wasn’t named after me because I’m not horrible at all. It’s an annual grass, and comes from the field behind us, but it makes the guy I live with slightly crazy. Or maybe I should say crazier.
His solution to deal with all the cheat grass was to cover it with flagstone.
He’s also been raving about “cool-season grasses” which he claims are spoiling the looks of the various “grassy areas”, but those are all in the back yard, and I can come out and sit with him, so I don’t mind cool-season grasses at all.
Well, that’s what’s been going on. Mostly a lot of complaining and worrying, and none of it by me. I just go with the flow, as they say. Here I am doing just that.
Until next time, then.