Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you all about our endlessly horrible weather. You may remember me from such posts as “Up The Creek”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. It may be obvious what the weather here has been like.This has been going on almost constantly since my last post. Snow, and near-record cold temperatures at night. The guy I live with says he might lose interest in gardening.
It started out like this a couple of days ago. Mist and rain. (The snow was already there from time before last.)
Now, I understand that mist and rain are very nice. We rarely have mist. I guess they have lots of mist where my ancestors originated, along the border between England and Scotland.
I got all wet.
Then when some of the bulbs started to flower, he said that just maybe it might be spring. This is Fritillaria bucharica ‘Nurek Giant’.
But no, again, it wasn’t spring. Just a few warm days.
The first big snow broke a lot of branches, and so now we have this big gap in the hedge, or whatever it is, between the back garden and the “way back” garden.
To add to the guy I live with’s irritation, someone sprayed pesticides along the canal road, so he wouldn’t let me walk along there for a few days, and then when he said it was okay, I had to stay on the road and not venture off into the grass, which is the funnest part.
Thanks to the snow, though, we did have to walk in a grassy part, because there was a big willow branch that had broken and fallen onto the canal road.
Another big willow branch broke, and now it’s blocking the culvert, where the creek goes under the canal. The guy I live with called the park maintenance people but they never called him back. That didn’t surprise him.
You can see the big broken branch slanting down on the right, in this otherwise kind of bucolic picture.The creek makes a sharp turn to the right here, flowing north, and goes into the culvert just beyond the edge of the picture. The other, little creek, isn’t really a creek but sort of a channel where water from our street flows into the creek.
I really wanted to look at the water, so we walked along the creek to a place where they mowed down all the native willows, to give the place a nice, blank look, according to the guy I live with. (He isn’t often that sarcastic.)
The guy I live with said I couldn’t go in the water, because it would be cold, and possibly not all that clean.
It used to be a regular creek, with running water, but that stopped about twenty years ago. Now it’s dry except when it snows a lot, or rains.
The creek floods sometimes. The guy I live with said that the last time it really flooded, the water reeked of weedkiller. Then when the water receded, there were a bunch of cows in the field. No one could figure out how the cows escaped, but they were rounded up anyway, and sent back home. I’ve never seen a cow.