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 scary news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “The Super Genius”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristically frightened pose. The weather here has been ultra-scary.It was so scary yesterday that the guy I live with had me try on a Thundershirt worn by the late Chess. It was a little big, but I think it helped me somewhat.
One thing that happened a couple of days ago is that the huge spring above the garage door snapped in two, with a terrific noise, and so the car was stuck in the garage. Not that either of us go many places, except I go to Day Care and the guy I live with visits his friend and goes to the store, and sometimes the two of them go to rock garden meetings and things like that, but he doesn’t need to leave the house to go to work is what I mean.
So yesterday someone came and fixed the garage door. There was an awful lot of loud banging and it cost a bunch of money, but now we can leave the house and drive somewhere if we have too. It felt pretty weird to the guy I live with.
Besides, he was out of coffee.
I hid in my fort the whole time, wearing the Thundershirt, because before that, a storm came from the south. A really scary movie about gardening here could be called It Came From The South. That’s where the bad weather comes from, though not necessarily the most thunder.
And it is May. You know how when a certain time of year rolls around you tend to remember other things that happened at that same certain time of year? Well, May is when the lady of the house died, and when Slipper died, too, and though things have changed for the guy I live with, he still thinks of May, with those things happening and the terrible weather, as being a frightening month, like it’s left some reverberations from the past. So we were together in this one.
Though it was nice enough to go on my morning walk, it was sort of rainy all day long, and then in the afternoon the guy I live with looked online and saw that there was a severe thunderstorm headed right for us. That’s when I was fitted for the Thundershirt.
And it started to rain.
And then, it wasn’t raining. You can hear the guy I live with’s sigh of relief when it let up. You can maybe understand why the guy I live with says he doesn’t care if it rains at all from May until September. It almost always comes with this.
In places to the north they got really big hail, like bigger than a golf ball. The guy I live with said he knew what that felt like and it was pretty bad. There isn’t much you can say to someone who’s just had their garden completely wrecked; that people don’t really want to hear “It will grow back”, even though it will. It’s just not what they want to hear right at that time.
Today was a whole lot better. Gloomy, but not rainy. Some pictures got taken.
I’m not sure why things have to be so incredibly scary here so much of the time, especially with all the thunder. The guy I live with says that’s the way it is. I think that’s a pretty annoying response, like couldn’t someone do something about the thunder, though I suspect he’s right. He said we still might not have a bad summer, but that if it was a good one, I would be extra-roastingly hot for days on end.
The thing is, if the temperature is under ninety degrees, which is a little over thirty-two Celsius, then we get thunder, hail, and tornadoes. If it’s hot, then nothing happens. It doesn’t rain here when it’s that hot. So the ideal summer would be unrelentingly roastingly hot and dry, even though we purebred border collies super-prefer cooler weather.
The guy I live with did point out that I have a pool to lounge in if I get too hot.
So that’s how things have been going around here. The guy I live with said tomorrow would probably be okay, too. That suits me just fine. I’ll leave you with a picture of me being pensive. The guy I live with says thinking about the future is rarely fruitful, but that it’s okay to think about tomorrow. At least a little bit.
Until next time, then.
Mani, Mani, come live where I live. You’d love it. Temperature fluctuation day to night, winter to summer is about eight degrees F. Nothing ever happens here! The most weather here is when we look and listen to your rain and hail videos.
Your flower pics are great. I really loved Clematis hirsutissima from the last post. Rarely has any plant been shown more hirsute.
Oh, dear Mani, portrait of you being all pensive left me touched. Especially in May and all.
Thanks; today was pretty good. I got to go to Day Care and had a very good day. The guy I live with and his friend went to Denver Botanic Gardens. They had some hail there. It’s drizzling heavily here right now, a little after six in the evening.
“It’s always better when we’re together…we’re some place in between together” Blessings to you both.
Thanks. Today was a very good day.
Oh, Bob. Such a bittersweet post. Thinking of you, and your lost loved one. We are in this together. Best to you and Mani.
Thanks; the guy I live with and his friend spent the day together, and I spent the day with my friends, so it was a pretty good day. And no thunder, either. It thundered last night and this morning, and I was worried, but everything turned out fine.
Your guy is lucky to have his friend. We had a thunderstorm here, quite a violent one. Rosie the dog threw back her head and barked at the sky. Have you tried that?
No, I haven’t. I’ve found that my fort is the best place to be. The guy I live with’s friend got bad hail in her garden, and so did Denver Botanic Gardens. They went to the plant sale there, last Friday. (The guy I live with didn’t get much because he had to buy new garage door springs when the garage door got fixed; each huge spring cost three hundred and twenty-nine dollars. “So much for new plants”, he said, stoically.) I do often tell him he’s lucky to have me, to keep him safe and stuff.
Wow! That’s a lot. Our garage door never gets opened due to the “stuff” stuffed inside so that solves a potential expense. I’m very sorry about the hail. Some people I know saved theirs in the freezer to show people. It was the size of a marble. How big was hers?
I think it was bigger than a golf ball. Some of it, anyway. Big enough to destroy windshields, that’s for sure. The only thing that’s in our garage, besides the car, and garage-y stuff, are the big “portable greenhouses”, for the bulbs. And some very expensive springs…..