Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the smaller-than-huge purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Hazy And Jungly”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I’m looking at a bug on the wall outside the front door. I guess you can see why the guy I live with calls me “Licorice Lips” sometimes, because on the left side of my lips there’s an extra black spot, which, he says, makes it look like I’ve been eating a lot of licorice. I don’t eat licorice. The guy I live with loves it, though.
Anyway. It’s been sort of raining here, sprinkling a little, then seeming like it’s about to rain a whole lot, but not doing that. The forecast for a couple of days here was for heavy rain, but not much of anything happened. The guy I live with has been weeding, a bit, and he says it’s easier if the garden isn’t soaking wet.
He worked on the old rock garden the other day, and I inspected his work. It was okay. He missed a few weeds. (A few thousand, but I didn’t say that.)The clematis are blooming. There aren’t many here these days. I guess there used to be, back in the old days. I think this is ‘Etoile Violette’. There are bumblebees everywhere, too. The guy I live with keeps telling me not to try to catch them, but I don’t see why not. He says something about stinging, and also says he knows best. We think this is Verbascum densiflorum crossed with V. olympicum, but we’re not really sure. There was a bee on Eremurus olgae, too, but it was on the other side of the flower stalk here, so you’ll just have to imagine it.You can see the eremurus in this picture, too; off to the left. The garden has gotten a bit jungly, again, for my taste. And there haven’t been as many orioles here this year, which makes the guy I live with sad. There are some, but not a lot. The feeder is that orange thing in front of the shed. I keep getting reminded that this is a gardening blog, and not an entirely-about-me blog, and so I should show more flowers, but on the other hand this is the time of year when everything really is about me, or it ought to be.
There have been firecrackers. They are really scary. Also against the law, but that doesn’t stop some people. I don’t think thunder is very scary, but huge explosions over my back yard are definitely scary. Good thing I have a fort to secure myself in, isn’t it?
Back to flowers. This is the “wild petunia” (but not an actual petunia), Ruellia humilis. The guy I live with says you plant it in one place and soon it appears in another. This is one of those other places.
And then the rose, ‘Darlow’s Enigma‘. It flowers pretty much all summer. There are four plants in The Enclosure. This little garden was only half-finished when the lady of the house passed away; it was her little garden space, with a bench to sit on and read, and a fire pit, and the guy I live with fretted about it for a while, and then eventually planted these roses there. The little garden is bathed in scent all summer.In the “way back”, there are a lot of plants of Lavatera thuringiaca flowering now. They sow themselves all over the place, I guess. I suppose it’s time to wind this up now. The weather has been so cool and pleasant, but I hear that it’s going to be roasting hot again in a few days. I’d rather it be cool and pleasant than roasting hot, but the guy I live with says there’s nothing he can do about that.
I know this picture makes me look like I have a horned poppy in my mouth, but I don’t, really. I had to turn around to look at something. There’s always something to look at or listen to, around here. Oh. I keep posting pictures with me in them, instead of bringing this post to a close. I can’t really help myself, what with me being so photogenic and all.
Until next time, then.