Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “The Shapeless Ones”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristically horticultural pose. You might be able to see how jungly the garden has gotten with all the rain we’ve had. I mean not rain like places where it rains a lot get, but rain like places where it doesn’t rain much (like here) get.
The guy I live with has been weeding, in preparation for the garden being on tour weekend after next. Now he says he wishes he hadn’t volunteered for that, because he has to do something. He would rather do nothing. (That includes going to his ninth tax appointment of the year, two days ago.)
I guess all that can be done is just keep weeding.
The grass right in front of me, in the picture above, is Achnatherum calamogrostis. The guy I live with really wanted this one, so he got a plant about nine years ago, and now it’s started seeding all over the place. I guess there’s a lesson to be learned. Not that that will make any difference.
The guy I live with posted another picture of himself in full weeding gear, with weeder in hand, on Facebook, so I thought I would show you a slightly different picture. He does look serious. I tried to say that looking serious won’t have any effect on the weeds, but decided not to.
When he had his eyes tested earlier this year, the eye doctor said that there were little spots in his eyes which were sun damage, so he wears sunglasses as much as possible now. He wore them before, but not as much as now. He said the sunglasses create an air of mystery. I’m a little doubtful.He said his wife was against him getting the machete, but he got it anyway, and when they chopped up dead tree branches she was surprised at how efficient it was. “See?”, he said, smugly. But then he noticed the steel was too soft to be cutting up tree branches, and there were big gouges in the blade. “See?”, she said.
Well anyway. This was a good winter for weeds, but a bad one for a lot of woody plants. I’m not going to show a picture of the almost-completely-dead Kentucky coffee tree, or the half-dead honey locust, or any of the other similarly almost dead shrubs, because there isn’t much point, and the guy I live with just says “Whatever”, the way he does.
The mesquite, though is doing really well (just like the desert willows are). That’s Philadelphus lewisii on the right, in flower.
It has thorns.You can see the house needs painting. The guy I live with was going to do the whole house last October, but his mom died, and then the cancer stuff, so it looks like this.
And the mesquite will get the dead branches removed when the guy I live with feels like spending time with heavy gloves and maybe even safety glasses.
Penstemon brandegei is flowering. There are only a couple of plants left so he should probably collect seed and sow it in the front yard. This is a huge penstemon, by the way.There are a few plants of Salvia recognita in the front yard. They’re pinker than the phone pictures show.
The rose ‘Darlow’s Enigma’ has started to flower. It had a good winter. This picture isn’t very focused at all.The seed pods of Eremurus spectabilis are pretty cool-looking. So, as I said, it was a pretty nice day today. No thunder. Plenty of sun. Even late in the day, the clouds didn’t turn into anything scary.Oh, I should also say that we got a new laptop. The other one was barely working, and eventually the guy I live with had to use another computer monitor, attached to the laptop, which made for quite a clutter on the kitchen table.
I think that’s it for today. Not really much of anything, but that’s the story of our life here. Not much of anything. Just the way we like it.
Until next time, then.