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, or at least some, of the thrilling and chilling events since my last post. You may remember me from such posts as “Mister Fabulous”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
This picture was taken about a week ago. Since then, it rained a little, and so the cool-season grasses in the garden have turned green, and are starting to grow.
Actually, very little has happened here. The guy I live with has been doing a bunch of stuff not related to gardening, and he made an appointment for me to see my doctor next week, to get stuck with needles. He told the person on the phone that I might be sensitive about comments relating to my heavy winter coat…
Well, we had to get a new water heater. That was fun. The one we had was leaking; the guy I live with said that water heaters do that, and that the one we had was at least twenty-five years old, so now we have one that has a flashing light and all the latest stuff.
Even the warm-season grasses are starting to turn green, though they grow much more slowly at this time of year.
This is the buffalo grass:
There are a lot of plants in flower, too. Cyclamen coum is everywhere in some parts of the garden.
As is Corydalis angustifolia. This is scented of vanilla cake. I’ve never had vanilla cake, but it sounds pretty good to me.
Some of the other corydalis are flowering, too. This is Corydalis schanginii subsp. schanginii, flowering in a sea of Phlox longifolia.
This is Tulipa humilis ‘Alba Coerulea Oculata’ or some such name.
The other thing, and I guess this is a big Other Thing, is the amount of damage we’re seeing from the drought of last summer.
The guy I live with was taken aback when he saw the trough that used to be filled with sky pilots (Polemonium viscosum). The plants had been very happy for over a quarter century, flowering in March every single year, but look at the trough now.
The guy I live with was pretty sad, but then he said “Whatever”. I guess the garden is heading in a different direction, now, and plants that need regular watering will just go by the wayside.
A lot of the plants that were growing happily in the troughs have died, so the sky pilots are just another casualty.
I guess that’s it for now. We’re struggling mightily with the new WordPress editor, which the guy I live with said is unbelievably difficult to use, like so many other things dreamed up by computer people. So if my post looks weird, that’s why.
Until next time, then.