Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the fairly regular-sized, but I like to think cuddlably small, purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you some very mysterious news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “The Upended Breakfast”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. The guy I live with put some of my toys on top of his head. He’s really weird. Though, even weirder is what happened today. Or, I should say, what was discovered today.
You see this? Here it is from another angle. This is the “eminence” upon which I often lie, or sometimes sit, and on which I get my picture taken, kind of a lot. There was a bit of watering done there, but you can see that there’s nothing in that dark area there. The blue-green plants at the bottom are California poppy seedlings, and then there’s a sort of dried-up clump of grass to the right of that. Then above that is the dark area (where the guy I live with was just digging), then at the top of the dark area are two more clumps of grasses. (The guy I live with says this doesn’t look much different from a weedy parking lot.)
Well….this morning the guy I live with walked out to the “eminence”, or little mound, and wondered where all the grasses went. Last October he planted several gallon-sized pots of sideoats grama (Bouteloua curtipendula), and he noted a few weeks ago that there was new growth on them, and now they’re gone.
In that dark area, there should have been five or six healthy plants of sideoats grama, but there is absolutely no sign of the grasses at all.
I thought about this for quite a while. It was super-puzzling. I know I didn’t dig them up, because the rootballs would have been strewn around (I used to do things like that when I was littler), and no rabbits have snuck into the back yard, so what happened to the grasses?
Both of us began to worry. The “eminence” is made of sandy loam and pea gravel, as maybe you could tell, and when plants are planted there, they root into the loam very quickly, so the grasses would have been difficult to pull out. Who would do this? The guy I live with’s friend came over today and she looked at the place where the missing grasses were, too. She said they were missing. So all three of us agreed on that.
This was so worrisome, I had to hide behind a couple of blades of grass (smooth brome, in this case.) You might have trouble seeing me here. I would say that it isn’t an exaggeration to say that, just today, the guy I live with did about a whole month’s worth of thinking. The guy I live with thought and thought, and then wondered, some.
When it cooled off tonight, the guy I live with and I played a game in the living room. That helped me feel a lot less uneasy about the missing grass business. There doesn’t seem to be any plausible explanation. I guess this will be just another unsolved mystery. Though the guy I live with says that if any of you are reading this and have seen five or six missing plants of sideoats grama, to let us know.
Until next time, then.