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 up to date on the news from our garden and house. You may remember me from such posts as “Helping In The Garden”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. Showing off my retractable ears, of course.I know I haven’t posted for a couple of weeks. The guy I live with thought we might do a post Wednesday before last, about Chess, who’s now been gone for over two years, but he decided to let that go. It seemed too sad. Then the guy I live with spent a whole day getting the airbag replaced on our car. That was something he’d been fretting about for a very long time. He said there wasn’t much of anything like getting something super major like that over with. Taxes are done, too, I hear.
The guy I live with has also become addicted to “Q.I.”, a TV show he watches on the “Acorn channel”. He laughs a lot, which I guess is a good thing. But he watches a lot of TV now.
So some stuff was happening. This is what part of the back yard looked like, last Monday.The yellow snowdrop ‘Primrose Warburg’ was about to open. And then this happened. The guy I live with had things to say about this. Of course. The garden, and everything we were doing, came to a complete standstill. It wasn’t very cold, but there was a lot of wind, and so our walks weren’t very pleasant. That was last Thursday.
But at least some of the snow has disappeared. You can see there are some crocuses flowering. There flower pots are covering some eremurus which may have come up “too early”. The holes in the pots are covered with duct tape. And the little irises are “coming along quite nicely”. These aren’t our irises; they’re going to Denver Botanic Gardens when they grow up. One thing which I especially enjoy at this time of year is how, because the garden slopes away from the house, down to the “way back”, if the snow starts melting along the edges of the two paths that go out there, a whole lot of water trickles down the paths and forms a big sea of mud out in back. And then I can run through it.
Mud is excellent, if you didn’t know. It’s especially fun to track onto the carpet afterwards.
But today, because of all the stuff I tracked into the house, the guy I live with brought something up from the laundry room which I didn’t like at all. It made a horrific noise when it was turned on. After the incredible racket was over, the guy I live with said that, years ago, the lady of the house was using this little vacuum cleaner on these very stairs, and Flurry, the first purebred border collie who lived here, pulled the bag off the vacuum cleaner while it was running. The bag was full, too. Until it was pulled off.
So now I know what to do when I see that awful thing again.
Until next time, then.