Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you about my day guarding the house. You may remember me from such posts as “Unhappy Landings”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.The guy I live with and his friend went to the botanic gardens yesterday, and left me to guard the house. You can see how I do this.
He said that if someone came to the house, I would jump up, hit my head on the ancient Italian green marble tabletop (that’s one of the equally-ancient steel or iron table legs there), and that would be that. I kind of think that that’s the guy I live with thinking about how he would do it. I’m much more coordinated.
Well, so, maybe you noticed that there was a post with a different title yesterday. The pictures in that post were so large it was very difficult to edit them, or whatever it is that gets done to the pictures. So we’re trying this again. The guy I live with resized all the pictures, which was more work than he thought it would be.
This next one is the cardoon, Cynara cardunculus. It’s not really hardy here, I think, but the plants grow very fast. It’s sort of like an artichoke but a different species.
The guy I live with said he was really taken with this little section of the garden. He’s tried to grown Rudbeckia triloba, but nothing ever happened. Maybe he should try again. This is the buffalo gourd, Cucurbita foetidissima.There were more pictures but some of them weren’t in focus. It was pretty sunny for a while yesterday, and the guy I live with didn’t have his reading glasses. (He never carries them anywhere.) But that made it hard for him to see if the pictures were in focus.
And I wasn’t left at home for very long.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me walking down a newly-mowed section of the field. The mowed grass is kind of prickly.
That gray mound in the upper left is the big rabbitbrush by the fence in the “way back” in our garden.
Until next time, then.
I think that cardoon is grown for its foliage, rather than for its flowers. It gets bundled and wrapped in paper to shade and blanch it. It sure looks like artichoke.
The guy I live with says they blanch the stalks, in French cuisine.
I hear that artichokes are better.
Castroville, the Artichoke Capital of the World, is near here, but I am still not impressed with artichokes. I do not know what cardoon is like.
The guy I live with says you have to steam them in acidulated water. A little lemon juice, garlic, and a thing of celery. Bay leaf too, maybe. Then eat them with melted butter.
The guy I live with’s late wife dipped the petals or whatever in mayonnaise, which he thought was gross with artichokes, but he still liked her.
I eat them with mayonnaise too, but there are easier vegetables to grow and cook.
The guy I live with buys his artichokes at the store.
Well, they do not take up space in the garden that way.
Mee-yow wow Mani wee thott wee losed our collective mindss here seein yesterday’ss post an then it was gone an here iss a mew post! WHEW! Thanx fore xplanin….LadyMew was inn quite a tizzy (shee iss purrty funny when inn a tizzy!)
WOW so many beeuteefull flowerss! An yore Black Eyed Susanss are so purrty! An meowin ’bout purrty; iss this yore Guy’ss Lady Frend? Shee iss all so purrty….
An Mani you did a GRATE job guardin THE house! You sure earned a good walk even if THE grass iss a bit prickly…
**purrss** BellaDahrma an ((huggiess)) LadyMew
Pee S: Wee all so think yore furry hansum Mani…..
Thanks. Yes, the pictures that were uploaded yesterday consumed about 400 Mb of space. That’s too much. So the guy I live with resized them all.
I miss having botanical gardens nearby. We used to go to the one in Tilden (in the Berkeley hills of CA) lots. In fact, for decades. I went as a child, and I took my children until I moved away, and two were adults by then. The University of CA has one too, but I preferred Tilden’s. And not just because it was free!
I have lakes and rivers and forests though, which are nice, but I still miss the botanical gardens.
I think you’d make a great watchdog! You can bark, right? That’s all it takes! Boo my not-purebred-Border collie will bark when someones at the door, at the same time he’s running further away down the hallway! What matters is the ne’er do well at the door thinks you’ll bite!
I am indeed an excellent watchdog. A “total loudmouth” according to the guy I live with. It’s been a tradition here, that we purebred border collies are terrifyingly vicious and deadly when people come to the front door.
So now, there are cardboard boxes by the garage door, with a sign taped to them, so that deliveries can be left there.
It’s nice to have the botanic gardens here, and pretty close by car (say twenty minutes). The arboretum at Chatfield, which is part of DBG, is even closer.
Your guy took some excellent pictures while he was out. Tell him to let me know if he wants any triloba ‘Prairie Glow’ seed. It’s suffering through our dry spell though, and I’m not sure how it would do in a real dry spell, but it’s worth a try.
The guy I live with said Why not, and Thanks, though the resulting plants might be doomed…