Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular (and modest) host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to fill you in on all the fascinating things that have been going on here. You may remember me from such posts as “Next To Nothing”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
You can see how furiously busy I am.
In fact, hardly anything has been going on here, except a lot of weed-pulling, and even more smooth-brome digging. The guy I live with seriously detests this stuff. But you can see some progress has been made in the “way back”. The buffalo grass lawn does look fairly awful right now, but when the cool-season grasses that aren’t supposed to be there anyway go dormant in the summer things will look better.
The blue lyme grass that was where the trash can is was moved across the lawn to its place by the owl posts. Some of the smooth brome that had invaded the blue lyme was removed. The grass might not stay there if it keeps getting swamped by the smooth brome; that makes a terrible and unsightly mess.
It rained day before yesterday. In the evening. About a third of an inch. The guy I live with had to get out the ladder and clean pine needles out of the gutter before it started to rain. It’s been a very dry May.
The shade garden is still green, though when the colchicum foliage turns brown the whole area will look a lot less green. The snowdrops, on the left, are already dying down for the summer.And the dragon arum, Dracunculus vulgaris, is still growing. That’s a Solomon’s seal, behind it, that came from his mom’s garden. She got it from her best friend who passed away years ago. None of the plants he ordered have been planted yet. They probably should have been three days ago, to enjoy the rain. But they weren’t.
The guy I live with still hasn’t gone anywhere. He said maybe when they life the “Safer at Home” advisory he’ll go up and see his friend, because he really misses her.
And he misses being able to go out to lunch, all that stuff.
He’s having groceries delivered and totally freaks out washing everything, though he was sort of that way before. Not a germophobe, really, but someone who washes his hands a lot.
The LPs have begun to arrive. A total of four. There might not be that many more. You never know.
This was the first one. His wife had it when they first met, and it so strongly reminds him of that time he was afraid he couldn’t listen to it, but here it is anyway.
He ordered some headphones, but they have an adapter to use with this laptop and with the phone, so that’s about all that’s happened.
Really not much of a post. I went on my walk this evening, and a truck backfired or something on the highway. I got scared, but the guy I live with said for me not to spoil my walk, and he betterized everything by taking me into the sea of smooth brome (some of which has been mowed) so I could look for voles and stuff.
And even explore along the creek bed. There’s a whole lot of sand in there, and interesting little holes, or I guess you might say caves.
Until next time, then.