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 what I personally think is some pretty dumb news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Revenge Of The Rodents” and “The Worst Laid Plans”, among so many, many others.
The guy I live with went out into the “way back” for the first time in months, maybe, and looked at stuff. You can see that the fence surrounding “the enclosure” is still seriously leaning, though I’m assured that it’s in the process of being fixed.
The thing that made him feel pretty good is the Arizona cypresses, one of which you can see leaning, in the center right, sort of. They’re still alive. Maybe two dozen cypresses have been planted in the back yard, and almost all of them have died. The guy I live with claimed that the root balls were too small for the size of the tree, and so last year he bought some with more or less the right ratio of roots to top, and they’re still alive. Right now, anyway.
And other things are happening. Here’s Hyacinthella glabrescens. It’s way tinier than this in real life. (Also more in focus.) The guy I live with likes gardening with a magnifying glass. The first of the porophyllum saxifrages, ‘Jiři Vesek’. (The leaves are supposed to look like that.)Well, so, anyway, about the title of my post. It doesn’t have anything at all to do with spraying. Yesterday the guy I live with found a snowdrop “separated from the herd”and so he decided to do a roundup. In fact, he decided to “wrangle some snowdrops” and started humming the theme to “Rawhide”, which really annoyed me, because I couldn’t get it out of my head for hours.
Here are the wrangled snowdrops. Of course we are vastly more sophisticated and urbane than this roundupping stuff, which is why we’re showing the snowdrops in a genuine Sussex trug.The guy I live with re-planted the wrangled snowdrops and then re-re-planted them, because the first place turned out to be a dumb one (as usual), and now they’re where they ought to be, with the others.
You might notice that some of these are in pretty bad shape; that’s because they were in the middle of the path and kept getting stepped on.
None of the snowdrop pictures he took today came out. The focus issue again. Oh, one turned out okay, I think.
So that was our day. I didn’t do much, really, except think of the theme to “Rawhide”, when I wasn’t asleep on the patio. It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, and then snow, and then be nice after that.
I’ll leave with with a picture of me showing my “totally wrecked nose”, which I’m sure will heal. The guy I live with was saying something, but I wasn’t paying attention, which is almost always the best way to deal with that.
Until next time, then.