Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the somewhat small, yet not totally miniature, 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. You may remember me from such posts as “One Hundred Snowdrops”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.I realize it’s been a while since I posted, but that’s because it’s been “so horribly icy” that the guy I live with has been all discouraged and bent out of shape. Even though I got another excellent report card at Day Care, just like I did the week before that, he still complained about the ice. I didn’t. I guess I’m just excellent, and that’s all I can say about that.
I mostly did things like this while he complained about the ice.But as he keeps telling me, everything changes, and things have indeed changed here. The guy I live with remarked today that the garden was “mostly iceless”, and in fact, the last four walks have been the best, and least icy, in the last sixty-eight days. This is a sunset picture, as you can maybe tell. It’s been sunny and warm here since I last posted, even though the paths, and a lot of places on my walks, were treacherously icy. The guy I live with now has a pair of those ice trekker deals that fit on his shoes. His friend gave those to him. I didn’t get any, but that’s because of my totally superior coordination.
Here’s a picture taken from the back yard on a sunny morning. But now, almost all the snow, or what the guy I live with calls “the white horror”, is gone, and the garden is, in fact, mostly iceless. Things are still delightfully muddy, though. You may not believe this, what with me being a purebred border collie and all, but I do like a bit of mud, especially if I can track it into the house. It’s especially good to do it right after the carpet has been shampooed. Well, of course, to the guy I live with, none of this would mean anything at all, except maybe more complaining and sighing and moaning and groaning, but look what’s happened in just the last few days.
Today is Valentine’s Day, of course, and his friend came over (the guy I live with said not to give her a velociraptor chomp, and so I tried not to). They went out for sushi, but not before he showed off his snowdrops to her. There isn’t anything that spells a relief from the clutches of winter like bunches of snowdrops. “Look”, he said, “snowdrops”. He’s pretty eloquent.
I got a “bully stick”, to chew on, and a new blanket for my downstairs fort.
These snowdrops here sowed themselves. Well, ants did the real work.And remember the “one hundred snowdrops” that were planted last fall? Here they are. Not all one hundred of them, of course, but some of them. The guy I live with said (yes, I know, I couldn’t believe my ears) that we had to be patient. There are also some things coming up from seed. The dasylirions, for instance.So that’s pretty much it. Mostly iceless, and snowdrops. Of course the guy I live with had to say something about the snowdrops being “later than usual”, but never mind that. I’ve been able to walk all the way down the creek path four times in a row now; that is, twice a day, and that’s the best thing of all.
Until next time, then.