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 very white garden. You may remember me from such white-oriented posts as “The White Stuff” and “A Snow Day”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic, slightly snow-bedizened pose.I bet you can tell, just from the title of today’s post, not to mention from my picture above, that it’s snowing here. It’s been snowing all day long. This is really the only time that we have day-long precipitation, when it snows. Once in a very long while it rains all day here, but that’s pretty rare indeed.
The guy I live with says that now that the big pinyon is gone (which he still feels kind of weird about cutting down), it looks like the shed has a smokestack, but that’s a feeder full of thistle seed. The shed is pretty cozy, with a dirt floor, but I’m glad I can stay inside when it’s cold. The evergreen you see to the right of the shed is a pinyon, by the way. I’m doing much better. I thought I should say that. Apparently I just had an episode that freaked out the guy I live with a whole lot. We went for walks in the snow today, but I could tell that he was glad it wasn’t an hour-long walk like some have been.
I did want to show what has happened to the pie pumpkin that was left out on the patio table. We both knew this would happen. The The guy I live with stuck his head out of the sliding glass door (after opening it, of course), and told the squirrel not to make a mess. Like that did any good.I don’t know if I’ve talked about this wrought-iron furniture before. It was the guy I live with’s grandmother’s, and was originally white, then got painted green, and then black, and gradually the paint peeled away, showing all three colors, and my mommy said to leave it that way, that it gave it some class. That’s her stuff on the table. The guy I live with sows seed on the table, with the pots in a dishpan full of water, even in weather like this. Sometimes he starts a fire in the charcoal grill, to warm his hands, or (more likely) just to be different, but usually the seeds are sown outside, so as not to make a mess in the house, and then the pots are put on the shelves on the patio, unless there’s no snow, and then they can be put into the seed frames.
And incidentally, my mommy would save the seeds from the pie pumpkins, and roast them in the oven, and then salt them. They were really good. I know.
I’m not sure what the guy I live with is going to do if this turns out to be a long winter, with snow on the ground for months. He says he’s going to “think a lot”, which makes me a little uneasy. Most of the gardening takes the form of seed sowing and things like that. Sometimes he reads about gardening. But I’m feeling much better, and I guess that’s the most important thing. The cold weather makes my coat extremely soft.
Until next time, then.