Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our garden. Not much news, but still news. You may remember me from such posts as “The Project”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristically pensive pose.As usual, very little has been happening here. In a way, that’s okay, according to the guy I live with, who likes things to be calm, as maybe you can understand if you’ve been following the blog for any length of time, though he says I’m anything but calm, but on the other hand it would be nice if it really rained, instead of just raining a little.
Even the rain we had the other day, the one we made a movie of, wasn’t very much rain. Not what you would call a good soaking rain.
As a result, it’s been kind of boring here.
The hummingbirds are beginning to leave, for their long journey to Mexico. Maybe you can see this one, on Salvia lemmonii. (The guy I live with says some botanists call this S. microphylla subsp. wislizenii, or just plain S. microphylla. The latter seems to be the preferred name. Isn’t that interesting.)
There are a few plants flowering here, but not a whole lot, because of the lack of rain. This salvia seems to be more adaptable to drier conditions in late summer, but it has been watered. They stop at the feeder, too. The guy I live with takes down the feeders every day, washes them, and refills them with sugar water. We have a huge bag of sugar in the house, and of course every time sugar water is made, sugar gets spilled everywhere.
Just this afternoon, when the guy I live with was just standing in the garden staring at stuff, without his camera of course, a hummingbird came right up to him and looked him in the eye. And then flew off.
There are the little oaks. Two of them were planted last year, and began to suffer this summer (almost all the leaves dried up), so they were dug up (the roots hadn’t grown into the surrounding soil at all; this is a problem with little oaks grown in nursery pots), and repotted with extra homemade potting mix. The guy I live with sometimes goes on a rampage about nursery potting soil, but I’ll spare you that, this time. We might show how the roots have grown in the homemade mix (perlite, sand, grit, this, that, but no peat) when the little oaks get re-planted later this year.
If you want to know what these are, well, we don’t quite know. They’re probably Quercus undulata, and the label said ‘Prickly Pete’ × ‘Folsom Blue’. The latter is an oak growing on the campus at the University of Colorado in Boulder. They should get about eighteen feet high (about five and a half meters), in about a zillion years.
That’s really all I have for today. It’s been darkish, and chilly, for a couple of days now, and looks like it’s going to rain, and then sprinkles here, and everybody else gets rain, and asks the guy I live with if the rain wasn’t wonderful, and he says “Uh huh”. Maybe we’ll get a good soaking rain, eventually.
Until next time, then.