Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the slightly small purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest dismal news from our garden. You may remember me from such equally dismal posts as “The Blizzard”, among at least a couple of others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I’m extremely bored. There hasn’t been anything to do.The reason I’m bored and that there hasn’t been anything to do is because, once again, it snowed here. The guy I live with says it might snow here forever.
I’ve been able to go on all my walks, even in the snow, which is melting, but still snowing, and everything is super-wet. Things are so soaking that, well, they’re soaking. This is what it looked like yesterday, when it started to snow. Or was it the day before? The star thing there was leaning to the right after the last snow and it was straightened, but then it started to lean again. The guy I live with gave up.
The birch there, on the left, lost a couple of branches in the first, or second blizzard. He’s unhappy because a number of conifers were badly disfigured and he might just take them out. The tree on the right is a pine, but we don’t know which kind. It wasn’t what he thought he was planting, which was Pinus pumila, the dwarf Siberian pine. That isn’t what this is.
The snow started to stick in the afternoon, but then melted again. This is me, if you didn’t know, looking at something. This is what it looked like this morning. I’m not in this picture. I could have been, but for some reason I wasn’t. They predicted over ten inches of snow but fortunately we didn’t get that. I would have liked it, but I would have been the only one.
It isn’t like there’s nothing happening, but it’s so wet and cold it’s no fun to hang around outside, let alone do any gardening. There are some penstemons and stuff coming up in the little seed frame on the patio, though. If you look closely you can see seedlings in more pots than just the one at left center, which is full of penstemons. And there’s a penstemon flowering in a trough. Penstemon uintahensis. From the Uinta Mountains in Utah. (The only high-elevation east-west mountain range in North America.) It’s close to the Uintah Basin. Why the spelling changes, I don’t know. The guy I live with says for the range, they ran out of the letter H that day.
Anyway, like me, the penstemon is not very tall. I’m actually much taller than he says I am, pretty much normal-sized, but Slipper, who lived here before me, was an “incredibly huge” purebred border collie, and Chess, who also lived here before me, was “kind of a fatty, though quite squeezable”, so I guess I seem small.
Small, and very bored. We played some games indoors, though. And this afternoon we both took a nap on the bed with the Pottery Barn sheets. That was extremely excellent.The guy I live with says I might get to go to Day Care twice next week, which I really like, though it is exhausting. He also says it might stop snowing some time soon.
Until next time, then.