Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live, and here to bring you the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such excellent posts as “Sprinkles” and “Vexations”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I’m wondering what the guy I live with is thinking. Usually it isn’t much.Here I am in another characteristic pose, which I think is just as good. Slightly out of focus, gazing off into the distance, pondering the imponderables. That sort of thing.I’ve been feeling pretty good lately, I guess, and now have a live-in chef, which is extremely excellent. I’ve lost ten pounds, too. The guy I live with is happy about that.
I do get poked and prodded kind of a lot, and have to take pain pills, for arthritis I think, which the guy I live with smears olive oil on, and sticks down my throat, so I won’t taste them. The olive oil turns out to be high-quality olive oil, the kind you can drizzle on things that are supposed to have oil drizzled on them, and it’s really good.
Leaves have been falling all over the place. The guy I live with told me that that’s why another name for autumn is “fall”. You can see some of them here. (The reason there’s a line of them is that there was a hose there, and it got moved. Isn’t that interesting? I noticed that the blue pot is leaning, too, and maybe someone will write themselves a note to get the pot leveled.) The other day, the house was filled with leaves, and the guy I live with vacuumed them all up, and then we tracked in more leaves, which was excellent.
We have crocus and cyclamen, still, and I’m supposed to show some of those, too.
I can’t say that I see what all the fuss is, here, but the crocuses make him all excited and in a good mood, at least for a while, so I guess that’s okay.
These cyclamen ultimately came from Tile Barn Nursery in the U.K. Which is why they’re named like that.
The guy I live with said we might go to England and he would wear a really big overcoat with lots of pockets and that when we went through customs, he would look as innocent as possible, all the while drawing as much attention as possible to me, which of course would be very good indeed. And we speak the language, too.
The pace of life around here is pretty slow, which is how we like it. The guy I live with got his hair cut a while ago; that was awfully exciting. He even put the trash out last night so I didn’t have to get up at 6:45 this morning. I got up at 10:15, instead.
Until next time, then.