Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the fairly small purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, who’s mad at me anyway, and here to bring you up to date on my adventures in the garden, as well as some work that’s been done, but not by me. You may remember me from such equally adventurous posts as “The Upended Breakfast”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. The stock tank is empty, and I don’t know why.The name of the artemisia behind me is ‘Silver Frost’, in case you wanted to know. It spreads underground, which is kind of creepy if you ask me.
Quite a few things have happened lately. We had terrific thunder and lightning in the middle of the night, twice, which is supposedly rare. It even rained here a bit, though not hugely a lot. One time it rained earlier at night, fairly rainingly, but it only lasted for a few minutes.
The guy I live with got a bunch of bulbs in the mail and planted them, while I watched. It wasn’t all that interesting, really.
Then, maybe at night, which is when I claim it probably happened, someone chewed through the hose. The guy I live with got extremely angry when he saw this. So he fixed the hose, with a hose-fixer deal, and then discovered, when he turned on the hose to test it, that it had been chewed in another place, and so he got even angrier. I insisted I didn’t know who did this, but I knew who the guy I live with suspected. Well, whatever, right? A chewed hose, no big deal.
And I went to Day Care, and came home with a good report card. The guy I live with let out a hearty guffaw when I saw the business about “coming when called”.
Meanwhile, though, he moved a bunch of troughs, out to the “trough patio” which was built just for that purpose. Built about eight years ago, I understand. And he did some stuff on the south side of the house, cutting down a dead incense cedar (Calocedrus decurrens) which had been here for about fifteen years but hated the cold snap last November, and died because of it. Then today he went out and came back again and put up this fence. You can see the other dead cedar still standing. For now, anyway.
I had to inspect the work and I guess it’s okay. That’s pretty much it, for now. We generally don’t do a whole lot around here, but all of a sudden there’s been this burst of activity which I find a little mysterious. Maybe it’s some kind of sign.
I’ll let you go with that thought.
Until next time, then.