Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the mostly roasting purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you yet more news from our mostly roasting hot garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Hot, Dry, And Windy”, among so many other weather-related posts.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, after it cooled off this evening.And here I am showing off my retractable ears.The guy I live with says they aren’t really retractable, but I think he’s just jealous.
Once again, it’s been roasting hot. I practically fried a couple of times.
There were two little oaks here that did fry, almost completely. They’re in the two pots on the right. They were purchased last year and made it through the winter, but the guy I live with says there weren’t enough roots to fully hydrate the leaves when the weather began to get roasting. And so only the lower leaves, closest to the roots, are still green, but the rest are crispy and sad. The oaks went into pots to get watered more. On one of my walks, there were ducks. Ducks know how to deal with hot weather. They stay in the water. Ducks are smart.
Day before yesterday, in the evening, we had a severe storm warning, with hailstones the size of quarter dollars, but it turned out the bad part was in the foothills, and by the time it came over Mount Lindo, it was nothing but rain. And so it rained here.
The garden was more or less rescued, for the time being anyway. It wasn’t a huge amount of rain, but enough.
Especially since, the night before that, the guy I live with tried to turn off the faucet in the back yard, and it broke. He claims he knows how to fix this, but that a plumber is coming out tomorrow.
You see that spot under the solar lantern, there? With the little pieces of flagstone? That’s where the buffalo grass didn’t take, and so the pieces of flagstone were put there because, well, I don’t know the reason why. Maybe the guy I live with didn’t want to buy any buffalo grass seed this year.
Oh, and the guy I live with and his friend went down to Perennial Favorites, in Rye, while I was at Day Care. Here’s their customer service specialist. I haven’t met him. They had a good time there, even though it was a long drive. And roasting all the way. There could have been a picture of the guy I live with covered with grasshoppers at a rest area they stopped at, but there wasn’t. Too bad, huh?
And then I had some trouble with my toe, and had to go back to the vet’s (where Day Care is) today, to have it looked at. They thought something might have bitten me or stung me on the toe, and now I have medicine. The guy I live with made me wear a cone last night, which was no fun at all. But I suppose he does care about me.
Until next time, then.