Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host Mani the purebred border collie, here to bring you up to date on the news from our mostly roasted and crispy garden. You may remember me from such hot-weather posts as “Into The Garden, Endlessly Roasting”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristically pensive pose.There are a couple of good places in the house to do a lot of daydreaming. The studio downstairs is the best but lying on the soft Pottery Barn sheets is pretty good too.
The reason why I haven’t posted in a few days it’s because it’s been so hot that about the only thing I and the guy I live with have been able to do is take naps downstairs with the fan running. It’s been upwards of eighty degrees at eleven at night, which is very unusual for here, and I’ve really been roasting.
Here I am lying in some shade on the path. It was like a zillion degrees outside that day. Almost nothing is in flower here. The guy I live with said that was perfectly okay and that it would be weird to expect flowers when it’s been so hot and dry; the humidity has been about ten percent or lower for days now.
All, or almost all, of the seedlings in the seed pots on the trough patio fried to a crisp and are gone. Someone (not I) forgot to water one day. He said “Oh well.”
The guy I live with and his friend went to the botanic gardens last week. He said it was too hot to take many pictures, but he did get this picture of Campanula incurva. It’s been grown here but doesn’t do anything remotely like this. Not enough water.
We got our land line fixed and now we have phones in the kitchen and upstairs bedroom. Like if I needed to make a call late at night, there would be a phone I could use. It made the guy I live with really happy, in some strange way, to have the old phone working again. He bought a couple of new phones to celebrate.
He said it was nice to have the home phone working again because it was something from “the old days”, way back when things were a lot happier around here. I did find it hard to believe that “happy” could include not having me in his life, and he said he didn’t mean that, but that he could dial the phone when he was at work and she would answer. I guess I understood that.
He was curious as to why the internet worked and the phone didn’t, and went online to try to find an answer. By “answer” he meant an actual explanation, not just that it works that way. He worked for the phone company for years, before they had internet of course, and always liked actual explanations instead of just “because”. I hear that “because” kind of a lot when I want to do something and he says not to, so I think there’s a double standard at work.
So we have our home phone working. In fact, it even rang the day after it was fixed. It wasn’t anybody. The guy I live with said that was typical.
In any case, the cord on the kitchen phone is too short for him to just stand there talking, so the whole thing is more of a gesture than anything else. The guy I live with said that gestures can sometimes be important.
That was the philosophical side. The practical side had a lot more to do with accidentally washing the cell phone.
I have some pictures of part of the back yard now. The guy I live with said he would be content growing almost nothing but grasses, because summer is so icky around here. He’s not much into watering (he says because I interfere, a statement with which I strongly disagree). That clump of grass is Sporobolus airoides. Then there are the two pictures taken with the “big camera” looking down the path to the shed. I’m not sure which one I like best. The bluebunch wheatgrass is in the background. We can’t grow any of the ornamental grasses sold in the trade because they all need way too much water.
It was almost a hundred degrees last Friday, and let me tell you, that is definitely not purebred border collie weather. I had to be hosed down. The guy I live with thought I was going to bake. It certainly felt like it.
As some of you may know, yesterday was the guy I live with’s birthday. He’s sixty-seven now, which I think is a lot. I’m not sure what that is in dog years. He said it was his tenth birthday without Cindy, and thinking of that made him very sad for her.
It was very cool yesterday and I liked that weather a lot. The guy I live with and his friend went out to lunch. When he came back it rained a little, stopped, and the rained again. It rained so hard that the gutter above the patio overflowed, and he got out the ladder, cleaned out the gutter, and was totally and completely soaked, which is why we didn’t get a movie of this.
The street started to flood, because the storm drain across the street is about a third too small for all the water it drains, so he went out and played in the gutter to see if there were branches and leaves blocking the drain.
Until next time, then.