Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the tiny, but much bigger than the last time I posted, purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news about me and my garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Passing The Time”, among quite a few others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I know I’m not supposed to be chewing dish rags, but they’re really old and the guy I live with could do with some new ones. I certainly look cute doing things I’m not supposed to do, don’t I?Here I am pretending to be nonchalant. I’m usually hyper-chalant, of course. It’s been mostly raining and stuff, but then for two days it was hot, and I didn’t like that, because purebred border collies, which I’m, don’t like hot weather. I took naps, chased flies, and looked out the window.Then yesterday I went to Day Care, and I did okay, though not as well as the time before, and when the guy I live with came to get me, it started to thunder really loudly, and then hail. The guy I live with was worried that our car might be dented, but he said it was “only marble-sized” hail and that wasn’t so bad, so we waited in the vet’s office until it stopped, and then we drove home through pouring rain.
The guy I live with said we got about three quarters of an inch of rain (that’s 1.9 cm; I’m learning that, too), and that the garden was becoming “hopelessly jungly”.
Most people would think that meant a lot of weeding, but it turned out that it meant more naps, which I liked. I’m kind of enjoying the way my life is unfolding now.
You can see how jungly things are. Here’s the “way back”, which the guy I live with says is ultra-jungly. The area under the arbor is almost always bare of plants, but not this year. That yellow thing is a honeysuckle, Lonicera sempervirens ‘Sulphurea’, I think, which the guy I live with planted for the lady of the house, because she liked honeysuckles. He said it came from We-Du Nursery about a quarter century ago. The supposedly all-white form of Linum perenne, or whatever, has become all-white, but with some blue. The guy I live with doesn’t know why, unless the white doesn’t come true from from seed.Look how jungly the original rock garden has become, though it’s been a good year for Asphodeline damascena (white) and Echium russicum (red). And talk about completely jungly, the path called “Pooka’s Shortcut” (because he blazed the trail, so to speak) is all but impassable. Except for by me, of course. Rosa kokanica is leaning way over. There is one really different thing about my life, and at first I didn’t like it at all, but we’ve done this a couple of times, and I think I’m going to like it. It’s called “going on a walk”. I think you can see from the picture that I have a tricolor face, but I’m basically what they call a “saddleback”, because the black doesn’t go all the way around my tummy, so I’m two kinds of purebred border collie, which is pretty advanced, if you ask me.
Until next time, then.