Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the very latest and most cutting-edge news from our garden. You may remember me from such cutting-edge posts as “Bunnies On The Grass, Alas”, and “A Close Call”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a rather morose pose. I wasn’t getting as many biscuits as I thought I deserved.I don’t really have a huge amount of cutting-edge news for this evening, but the guy I live with said I should say something about the night-blooming flowers here, seeing as how we’ve been staying up later than we did during the winter. The guy I live with says he’s been having a hard time getting me out of bed in the morning, and I guess that’s true, since the Pottery Barn sheets are really soft, and I can sleep to the east, like they say to in A Pattern Language (a book practically everyone should have), and the fan blows in cool air, right up my nose, so things are about as perfect as they could be under the circumstances, and why would anyone want to get up when they’re so comfortable, so I let the alarm ring and ring, for almost an hour, before I’m really ready to get out of bed.
Well, so, anyway, since the guy I live with insists this is a gardening blog and not a blog about how a purebred border collie likes to sleep in every morning, I guess I’ll show these pictures, which were taken about 8 p.m. tonight. The flowers pictured only open at night. Not all of them are totally focused (especially the neohenricia), but that’s another one of those metaphor things.
Oh, and the wind came up and blew down a bunch of apple blossoms. It looks kind of like a Japanese print or something, doesn’t it? Or snow. You can also maybe see that the guy I live with is having a struggle getting the lawn the way he wants it.
That’s it for tonight. I had a pretty good day, except for the not-enough-biscuits part. Two really long walks, and a nice nap around noon. I played with my Lamb Chop toy, too.
Until next time, then.