Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to bring you the latest news from our garden and its environs (I get to use that word a lot these days), as well as some other news. You may remember me from such posts as “Before The Deep Freeze”, among so many, many others.
It’s been mostly sunny here, which is a nice change.Sometimes there are things that need to be surveyed, or just checked out. We see owls on my evening walk, almost every evening now.Sometimes in the tops of trees (talk about being able to survey stuff),and sometimes right across the street, like tonight. The guy I live with mostly just feeds the birds, since it’s been too chilly for much of anything to be happening in the garden. The other day, when it was cloudy and sort of cold, the birds waited for the feeders to be filled. If you look closely, in the cottonwood, behind and on the right, there was another, much larger bird who was not interested in the bird feeders at all. At least directly. Snowdrops are peeking their heads up, but not terribly eager to try anything like flowering, when it’s been so chilly. This is ‘Potter’s Prelude’, which would have flowered a few weeks ago if it hadn’t been so cold and dry here.There are some snowdrops flowering in the frame, too.
On the day I went to Day Care, the guy I live with and his friend went to Denver Botanic Gardens, and then to lunch. When they walked back to the car they saw this apple tree with apples still on it. The guy I live with said he’d never seen an apple tree with apples still on it this late in the year, but obviously it was possible. Still, it seemed mysterious, but then, he doesn’t know anything about apple trees except that they get apples, and, here in Denver, fireblight. It was definitely something unexpected. Sometimes we walk fairly late in the evening, just after the sun has set.
The guy I live with sometimes sit on the couch with me, of an evening, and every once in a while he reads aloud to me. Right now it’s A Wizard of Earthsea, which has some scary parts, but when I’m all cozy lying on the couch it isn’t too terribly scary. Some of the cyclamen that were growing upstairs have died. The guy I live with was irked, but he has been very distracted lately. I think I should tell you why.
If you’ve been reading our blog for any length of time, you may have noticed two things about it. The first is that I obviously have an extremely good life, thanks at least in part to the guy I live with. He says some people say that we purebred border collies “need something to do”, but that’s not true if we live with people who are at home most of the time, like the guy I live with is. I do mostly what you see me doing, plus a few other things, which I sometimes get yelled at for doing, and sometimes not. We like our low-key lifestyle.
The other thing is that I occasionally talk about subjects which some people might consider to be serious.
If you were a purebred border collie, like me, and went on walks twice a day, you would become accustomed to seeing certain things, like owls in the evening, or hearing the sound of water running in the canal in the summertime, but if you turned a corner and there was a real-life effelant just standing there, that would be something unexpected, too. That’s how the guy I live with explained it to me. Like an effelant just standing there, when you expected a patch of grass, or a trail leading off to the right.
This is what has happened. The guy I live with has not been sick for a single day since he retired from the phone company back in May of 2007, but lately he’s been leaving me here and going off to see doctors. He’s been diagnosed with prostate cancer. A thing so totally unexpected that the guy I live with often wonders if it’s real. But it is.
Since I tend to get worried sometimes, the way we purebred border collies do, he told me that the doctor said this “wasn’t a death sentence”, but I understand that we may be in for a not-very-easy time for a while, now. So I get extra cuddles, and read to, on the couch, in the evenings.
Until next time, then.