Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to show you what things are like after the blizzard. You may remember me from such posts as “Stuff and Nonsense”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
That’s a lot of snow, if you couldn’t tell.
It’s not very cold out, and the snow was really slushy, so it was fun to drag the guy I live with through it when I went for my morning walk.
Of course, me being me, there were times when I had to go out in the snow for, you know, personal reasons. The guy I live with said it wasn’t fair for me to have to go out all by myself, so last night, around midnight, we went out together.
I kind of hopped through the snow to visit my Private Lawn (you can see my hop prints) while the guy I live with stood around, listening to the owls hooting.
Yes, the owls. The guy I live with said he thought he knew where they were nesting, in a tree (possibly a big Abies concolor) behind the lamp post visible in this next picture. (The lamp post is farther away than it looks.)
I guess you’ll just have to pretend you can hear the hooting.
If we went over there and got to see owlets, the guy I live with would be pretty happy.
The guy I live with was pretty worried about damage to the garden, from all the wet, heavy snow, but the only thing he’s noticed so far is this poor juniper:
I had to inspect it more closely.
That’s Juniperus communis ‘Taurifera’, a columnar juniper. The guy I live with totally forgot to wrap it with twine, before the snow.
There was a lot of snow on my evening walk, but it wasn’t too hard for the guy I live with to walk in.
It struck both of us as being kind of weird that the creek had no water in it.
The guy I live with said that when he and his wife moved into this house, there was water in the creek all the time. And frogs and crawdads and stuff. But one year it stopped running, and now only has water in it when it floods.
There’s a smaller creek that had a lot of water in it, from the storm drains in the street.
Later on, the guy I live with baked a pizza in the oven, so I had to stay outside. Like if he accidentally decided to bake me, too. Or something. He said that the other purebred border collies who have lived here didn’t like the oven, either, so I didn’t feel so badly about having to stay outside, safe from the oven and its dinging noises.
Until next time, then.