Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to bring you up to date on all the news from our garden, which really isn’t very much at all. You may remember me from such posts as “Forty Degrees”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I think you can see what happened here.Yes, it snowed. Weekend before last, actually, and almost none of it has melted, which is driving the guy I live with up the wall, though I rather like it.
It’s not very cold at night, but also not very warm during the day. The guy I live with said he was afraid this was going to be a winter like the last two, but maybe it won’t be. You never know.
There is some gardening news. Not outdoors, well except that Crocus niveus hasn’t given up on flowering just yet.
That cage you see, behind the crocus, goes over the leaves so that bunnies don’t nibble on them.
Almost all of the plant-related events are indoor ones.
The guy I live with’s friend brought him some seeds of Pancratium maritimum. These almost certainly won’t be hardy here but he says they’ll be fairly glorious in pots on the patio, during the summer. And anyway he likes growing things from seed.
And the little cactus seedlings have grown spines. I know that sounds like a moral judgment but they actually do get spines at a very early age. As you can see, there are a lot of cactus seedlings here. And there are half a dozen other pots, mostly filled with seedlings.
The guy I live with has been thinking about ordering some seeds (the cactus seeds were from last year’s order), but can’t make up his mind.
There are these to consider. Pretty old seeds of Arctostaphylos pungens. They can be germinated just by leaving them out for a couple of winters (though you only get one or two seedlings), but I guess the real way to do this is to soak the seeds in Liquid Smoke after doing all these other things. It simulates the chemicals leached into the soil after a fire, which is how the seeds germinate in the wild.
The bottle of Liquid Smoke in the pantry had expired, or something, so he had to get another bottle. His neighbors got it for him when they went to the store; he told them what he was going to use it for and they were a little weirded out. Like if he had asked for ketchup to feed the cyclamen.
Other than that, there’s not much to report.
Our neighbors have been pretty active. Lots of hooting on my evening walk, and at night.So that’s it. It’s supposed to warm up a bit, into the sixties, but the guy I live with says it probably won’t be enough to melt the snow.
Until next time, then.