Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the, oh, I guess, fairly normal-sized purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you up-to-date on the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “The Blizzard”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.It’s been spring, and then not spring, and then spring, and then not, and last Saturday it poured rain and thundered. I discovered I don’t like thunder, but I have a fort to hide in, and so that part was okay. The guy I live with said there was even a tornado, and was kind of freaked out about it, complaining about tornadoes and stuff, even though it was two hundred miles (322 km) east of here. He said that was “too close”.
Now the garden looks pretty green, he says, but he also says that’s mostly from weeds. That’s my favorite toy, a few feet behind me. It’s called a “squeaker mat”, but it’s squeakerless now.
You can see by the bucket here that some weeding was being done. I lay in the grass and watched. That bright red is from Tulipa butkovii, which you would have read about if you had the book Buried Treasures. The red here is from Tulipa linifolia. This next one is sort of looking the other way. Same tulip. We have a collection of empty flower pots. That’s just some of them. When I was littler I liked to grab a flower pot and run around the yard with it. The guy I live with chased me all over the place. Eventually I lost interest and he got the flower pot back.
Those are daphnes flowering at the base of the alpine spruce. Well, so, anyway, other things are going on. He posted a picture of the flock of Fritillaria pallidiflora on Facebook, and people liked it, and maybe you will too.This is it here. The bulbs sowed themselves. And, I guess the white-flowered perennial sweet pea (Lathryus latifolius) might grow in our garden some day. The guy I live with whined online about not having ‘White Pearl’, which was a favorite of Gertrude Jekyll’s, and so someone sent him seed, and he soaked them like you would sweet peas, and look what happened.And something is going on in the “way back”. I’m not entirely sure what, but something. I watched him dig this just the other day. Yes, the fence is still slanty, and the birdbath plinth, I think that’s what it’s called, or maybe just stand, is still there even though the bath itself broke into several pieces a few winters ago. The guy I live with says it looks “greenly Grecian”, but I don’t know what that means. On the other side of the fence, where it looks much less slanty, “the enclosure” looks pretty good, except for a few dandelions. Here I am inspecting it.I don’t do weeding, if you wanted to know. I guess that’s it. I’ve decided that I like gardening quite a bit, especially since I don’t have to do anything but watch.
I’ll leave you with another picture of me, and my squeaker mat and a few other toys.
Until next time, then.