Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the more or less normal-sized purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest and hottest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Who Chewed The Hose?”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I am super roasting hot. I mean if you couldn’t tell. This is me, again, baking.There are some things you might not know. First is, we purebred border collies hate hot weather. Like totally ultra loathe it. And the second is, I’m a whole lot closer to the sun than most people reading this, so I think that makes me even hotter. Our garden is 5,596 feet (1705 meters) above sea level (whatever that is).
It “cooled off” a little, this afternoon. It’s been roasting now for quite a while. The guy I live with says that if it’s roasting, then there won’t be thunderstorms, but I’m not sure what kind of trade-off that is.
At least if it’s super-roasting hot I don’t left alone in the house very long to be broiled. The guy I live with says he “might” buy something called an air conditioner which he says I’ll like. He’s usually right about stuff he thinks I might like, so I say, go for it.
I got left alone last Sunday, but not for a very long while, because the guy I live with had to go see some gardens. Most of the pictures didn’t come out, which somehow doesn’t surprise me.
These are some pictures of Dan Johnson’s garden. He works at DBG. The guy I live with says it’s one of the prettiest gardens in the state, and looks very much like a California garden. (By the way, these are huge files, should you care to embiggen them.)
Of course he went with his friend.I guess since I’m still super-roasting I might as well show you some pictures of how our garden looks today. The guy I live with said a bunch of out-of-focus, overexposed pictures would be “atmospheric”. I think they just make the garden look hotter.
This is the south side of the house, which I understand is “only a little cooler than the surface of the sun”. That’s the “Cheyenne” mockorange, Philadelphus lewisii, in flower. (Named for the Cheyenne Botanic Garden where it did really well, and now is in commerce.)The path in this part of the garden, in the northwest corner of the back yard, has become impassable (except by me), because the guy I live with has let Rosa kokanica grow how it wants to.
The “enclosure” with all the ‘Darlow’s Enigma’ roses. Oh, and you know how the guy I live with claimed that the big desert willow had died? I talked about that in my post called “A Sad Farewell”. Obviously he was wrong. He did say “probably”, so he wasn’t completely wrong. The new shoots are almost waist-high now (his waist, not mine); responding to the heat. Not the way I would do it. I would just wilt.The guy I live with says that if you think a plant has died, then give up on it, and it might hear you, and start to grow. I bet he’s pulling my leg.
He does care about me, though, as I could tell when he brought this home for me.And also, when it got super hot, he set out the “Noodlehead” sprinkler for me. It’s made of plastic. He got this at Garden Talk, where he’s gotten stuff for years and years. (This isn’t the same video that was posted on Facebook, if you didn’t know.)
Until next time, then.