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 out garden. You may remember me from such posts as “May Day” and “This And That”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a very purebred-looking pose. Don’t I look like I’m the favorite lapdog of the Duke of Something? “Rather you didn’t interrupt the afternoon nap, old boy. My Pottery Barn rug could do with a bit of straightening, don’t you know?” In truth, it was yet another scary day, with thunder. I heard that they had really big hail (two inches…5 cm…in diameter) out to the east, in Denver, but we just had thunder and a few minutes of rain. Whew. My fort is an excellent place to be during weather like this.
The guy I live with made me get up really early, for no good reason I could think of (he said he was awake; since when is that a reason to get out of bed?), and after I had my breakfast, he took some pictures of the portion of our estate closer to the manor house (not the “way back”, in other words).
This is looking to the northwest. You can see the buffalograss coming in, in the strip next to what used to be called the Long Border. What you would see if you walked through the garden gate on the north side, took a few steps, and looked to the southwest. On the south side, looking west. The leaning thing there is an Arizona cypress, which got a lean on it after it snowed the last time. Then we went on my walk, and after a while, the guy I live with went to Timberline Gardens, to buy some annuals. Yes, that’s right, annuals. He only bought a few, to put in the empty containers you keep seeing pictures of, and maybe eventually he’ll take pictures of the new pelargoniums and calicbrachoas in the pots.
The cactus weren’t in as spectacular bloom as the last time, but they were still good, according to him. You can get these cactus either by going to the nursery, or getting them online at Cold Hardy Cactus, and now is an excellent time to root them. (The guy I live with doesn’t get, or want, any compensation for this or any other plugs, by the way.)
As you’ll be able to tell, these are flower pictures, instead of the whole plant. The first couple didn’t have names, or he didn’t see the names, but the rest did. These pictures were taken in “blindingly bright sunlight”, which only lasted until about noon, and then it got dark, at which time the guy I live with knew he had to come home and be with me.
Until next time, then.