Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about the weather, the nature of which you might be able to guess from the title of today’s post. You may remember me from such damp posts as “The Night Rain”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.You can’t tell how chilly it was outside today, but it was chilly. There was even a little snow, around noon. It snowed last night east of here, like in Denver, and it snowed south of here, like in Colorado Springs and elsewhere.
It’s supposed to get down to freezing tonight. The guy I live with said it might not actually freeze, though.
Whatever, huh. It’s been raining and raining. Not constantly; on and off.
One time, it rained so much that the creek almost flooded; it goes into a culvert under the canal, and then the water pours down into a little valley or something. There was a huge pile of foam there, the day it rained a lot.
Like there was soap in the water. The guy I live with said it was just from the air bubbles in the water.
I get dried off with a special towel, a really old towel that’s mostly just for drying off purebred border collies, after my walks in the rain. I didn’t like that when I was little, but now I do. It feels really pleasant.
The guy I live with said that when I get dried off, I also get checked for ticks. That’s nice, too.
In between the spells of rain, there were flowers.
This is a seedling of the tulip ‘Queen of the Night’. The large-flowered tulips are perennial here, and sometimes they cross, and produce seedlings like this one.
The guy I live with showed pictures of Fritillaria pallidiflora on Facebook, but this is a different picture.The guy I live with said it’s native to Xinjiang Province in China, and Kazakhstan, but is farmed in northeastern China, for medicine, to be used for coughs and things like that. I guess they use the bulbs.
The guy I live with had one experience with Traditional Chinese Medicine; cold pills. They worked very well, but I think they had ephedrine in them, which wasn’t great.
Oh, there was one other experience, which if you’ve been following the blog for some time, you would know. Chess, the purebred border collie who lived here before me, took some, to help with internal bleeding, just before he passed away. We don’t know if it gave him a couple of extra weeks or not.
The juno irises have had a spectacular year, and here’s a picture of the last ones to flower; two forms of Iris bucharica.
Bukhara is an ancient city, now in Uzbekistan. A lot of plants native to the “stans” do very well here. But they’re mostly very difficult to get, which is frustrating.
Those aren’t weeds in the picture (for once); they’re bulb seedlings.
This is Fritillaria obliqua, native to Greece:And Cyclamen repandum. This is native to Italy, Sardinia, Corsica, and parts of Croatia along the Adriatic Sea.
The trick here, if you want to call it that, is to plant the tubers deeply, which you don’t need to do with most other cyclamen. Hard winters can kill the leaves (if the soil freezes, the leaves lose all their water and can’t replenish because of the frozen soil), but they grow new leaves in spring.
If you think that May, here, looks gloomy, that’s because it pretty much is. Rain, sometimes snow, and hail.
And it’s not the guy I live with’s favorite month. He met his wife in May, but she died in May, and I can tell that that weighs heavily on him, at this time of year. I try to cheer him up with my general overall excellence.
It’s extremely pleasant lying in bed with him, late at night, watching Q.I., too. The guy I live with is addicted to that show; I can hear him laughing, sometimes, while I’m drifting off to sleep, surrounded by my toys.
Because it’s been so cold here, for so long, a lot of the bulbs aren’t going to flower this year. I’ll leave you with a picture of me looking at Allium nevskianum; these don’t look like they’ll flower. That’s my diagnosis, anyway.
Until next time, then.