Greetings and salutations 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 latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Below Normal” and “Revenge Of The Rodents”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristically horticultural pose. The bunches of grass and stuff in front of me is what the guy I live with calls our “lawn”. It was really hot today, though the guy I live with says it wasn’t all that hot, that I was just being a wimp. For one thing, he insisted on shampooing the carpet again (I have told you, repeatedly, that he’s kind of a nut), which raised the humidity in the house to about a zillion percent, and for another thing, I wasn’t the only one who thought it was hot.Two against one. It was hot.
Some time yesterday these plants appeared on the patio.When my mommy was here, she would have asked, in a voice rather louder and more stern than usual, where exactly all these plants were supposed to go, since the garden is a bit full as it is. There are two manzanitas (Arctostaphylos pungens) on the left, four oaks (Quercus undulata), and a mountain mahogany (Cercocarpus breviflorus).
I thought we already had a Cercocarpus breviflorus.The guy I live with said that this one was possibly a hybrid, between Cercocarpus breviflorus and C. montanus. So of course we had to have “the real thing”, too.
He also said, when I wondered about the oaks, that he had this idea. I was thrilled. “Lawn oaks”, he said. You can see one of the little oaks in the very first picture, out of focus on the right. Okay, I admit, not very many other people have lawn oaks. You may be able to tell that the guy I live with has recovered from the trauma of the week before last. Partly recovered, anyway. He says the lawn oaks will be a big help.
Well…..I’ll change the subject now, and show some plant pictures.
This next one, “Viette’s dwarf form” of comfrey, isn’t very dwarf, but has been here “since before there were border collies”, that is, in the Dark Ages here, back when the guy I live with desperately wanted a watered, “eastern-style” garden, which didn’t work out as well as he thought it would, this climate being “noted for general awfulness” and all that other whiny stuff. Whatever, huh. The garden isn’t like that at all any more, but the comfrey still lives. I’m not sure what he was focusing on here. Let’s keep going.
So that was our day. I roasted, and the guy I live with took pictures and planted oaks in the lawn and did other stuff. I guess tomorrow will be about the same. Oh well.
Until next time, then.