Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the not so small, yet not so huge, purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you up date on the news from our garden and about life in general, on this, our seven hundredth post. You may remember me from such posts as “The Cone Of Silence”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I wasn’t standing perfectly still, like I was supposed to. Here I am in a three-quarter pose, I guess they call it, just to make the post seem a little longer.I like the second one because I look so wolf-like.
Well. I’ve been gone for a while, and that’s partly because our internet has been so iffy, especially at night, and partly because the guy I live with said he couldn’t do much of anything until he got his hair cut. I didn’t understand that, but I think you know by now that he is kind of nut, and so the other day he went out for a while, and came back with a hair cut. And so now things are pretty much okay. And the internet is working, at least right now. Not only was there a big crisis about the hair cut, but there was also an enormously huge horticultural crisis which originated with the plantings in the central bed, that is, the one right in the middle of what passes for a lawn here. The guy I live with fretted about this a lot, and hemmed and hawed, and thought and thought, and eventually removed most of the plants in the central bed and replanted them with native grasses. So that’s what happened. Sideoats grama, mostly. There’s still plenty of room for me to race around, which I appreciate. You can see where I walked, in the lower left there. I guess it looks better. The guy I live with is a bit obsessed with finding grasses that will do well in this ultra-dry garden. I’ve shown some pictures of one, not a native, which has done very, very well this summer, but maybe not this close up.
And, I guess the hummingbirds have left for the year. The guy I live with says “probably”, but we still have lots of plants flowering just for them. Of course these come from much farther south, or west, where the hummingbirds would still be humming. There hasn’t been any freezing weather here, and only three-tenths of an inch of rain since July 11, so the weather is pretty weird (at least that’s what I keep hearing), but the are still flowers to look at.
I think that’s about it. Oh, there was a planting of snowdrop bulbs a few days ago, and a hawthorn tree got moved today, and one of the branches whipped against the guy I live with’s face, and he got all bloody, like happens pretty much every single day here, with one thing or another, but the hawthorn did get planted without anything else happening.
I also forgot to say that another reason, and apparently a good reason, why I’ve been so quiet is that the guy I live with has been raking up honey locust pods every single day. That’s mostly what he does, in between getting whacked in the face with a hawthorn branch and planting bulbs. There’s a steady rain of pods from the tree because squirrels are eating them, and dropping the pods on the ground. He says this is “extremely annoying”, but what can you do.
Until next time, then.