Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the not-completely-huge purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you up to date on the news from our garden, and other stuff. You may remember me from such posts as “My New Toy” and “Weirdly Lit”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.The guy I live with said he was having trouble getting me to sit still for my characteristic pose, and so he had a biscuit on top of his head, which I thought was pretty peculiar. He doesn’t go around with biscuits on his head all the time, if you were worried about that.
Today was a pretty interesting day. We slept in, which was apparently my fault, because the alarm clock wasn’t set, and so everything started a lot later than usual. The guy I live with went to the store, and then came back.
The garden is looking pretty autumnal right now. That’s me, way off in the distance, looking at a squirrel. They eat the pods hanging from the honey locust, and then drop the pods on the ground. I finally tried one, a pod I mean, and it was pretty good. The pods get raked up almost every day, but there are always more. Below, this is how it looks standing on the patio. The guy I live with was standing there; he’s taller than I am. But not fiercer.
Oh, the reason everything looks kind of reddish is because it is. The soil here has a reddish tint to it. So does the flagstone. Looking through the shortcut that Slipper made. Slipper was a purebred border collie who lived here before I did. Then the old rock garden.That’s me on the path. If you thought it was someone else, no; it’s me. We can get away with dirt paths for most of the year. There are lots of crocuses flowering now. This is Crocus speciosus, sown by ants. There are more in “the enclosure”. Some of them were planted, but most of them weren’t. The fence in the back does lean like it looks. It’s “being fixed”. I guess that in some years, after it rains, there are even more flowers. By now you’re probably wondering what on earth the title of my post means, or has anything to do with anything.
Today the guy I live with got a small box in the mail. It said “Royal Mail” on it, which was pretty cool. There were bulbs inside. I know there are a lot of bulbs in the garden here, but I guess he needed more.
Quite a few of these were juno irises, which are irises in the subgenus Scorpiris, a pretty cool name if you ask me. The guy I live with says that there is one easily available in the trade; Iris bucharica. The “bucharica” comes from Bokhara, in Central Asia, and this is where these irises come from. Places in Central Asia.
They form bulbs, but with roots. Maybe the botanist who named the subgenus thought they looked like scorpions. I don’t know what a scorpion is (and the guy I live with says I don’t want to know), but they’re kind of creepy-looking.
There’s even a special garden just for the juno irises, but of course with other stuff in it. If you’re thinking “Juno irises, big deal”, well, here’s one that already grows in this bed.
I think you can see why the guy I live with likes these so much.
This little raised bed is covered in snow for a long time in late winter, so that the irises don’t emerge too early. I guess some will come up and try to flower in January, even here, so this situation keeps them underground, and safer, for longer.You can see in that picture that there are some crocuses flowering in the lower right, there. They’re saffron crocuses, Crocus sativus, and the guy I live with kind of smashed them with his foot when he was planting. He was able to collect the saffron threads, though. Well, that was the scorpiris business.
I also wanted to show you what the red was at the back of the main garden, since you saw it earlier. It’s from a sumac, on the left, and the Wasatch maple, Acer grandidentatum, on the right. The garden we call the “way back” is behind the lilac hedge there.
If it looks like it might rain, well, it did, at least a little. It’s supposed to rain more tomorrow. Or so they say. Well, I guess that’s it. Oh, except for one thing you might find interesting. I did. There’s this program on TV called “the roadshow”, and the guy I live with sometimes watches that, and I’ve discovered that I like to watch it, too. I couldn’t guess how much the vase was worth, and they didn’t say anything about veneer, but I still found it fascinating, as you can see.
Until next time, then.