Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you just exactly how hot I’ve been lately. You may remember me from such heat-oriented posts as “Into The Garden, Endlessly Roasting”, among so many other heat-related posts.
Here I am in a characteristic, though not particularly horticultural, pose.
You mght wonder what’s going on here. Well, it’s been so unbelievably roasting hot (100 degrees Fahrenheit, which is 37.7 Celsius) that even squirrels need a drink once in a while, and I was watching a squirrel drinking water from the birdbath. You can see its tail, between the flowerpot and the plastic pool.
It was so hot I didn’t even bother to chase the squirrel, which is one of my most favorite things to do.
The guy I live with set up the pool for me, but I’m not all that interested in it. I was when I was littler, but I’m older now, and I prefer napping.
Not very much gardening has been done lately. The guy I live with might go out and pull a few weeds, or water something, but really, when it’s been as hot as this, the best thing to do involves some sort of napping. We are both very good at taking naps.
The main thing involves birds.
I showed a picture of the two oriole feeders earlier; they’ve become so popular that the guy I live with has to rejellify the feeders more than once a day. (I didn’t know that “rejellify” was a word, but the guy I live with said that it was, since he made it up.)
There are like six jars of Welch’s grape jelly in the pantry, since that’s what the orioles like, and a bunch of oranges in the refrigerator.
Sometimes we can hear demands for more jelly at like 11:30 at night.
And of course he has to make sugar water for the hummingbirds every single day, because the sugar water will go bad when it’s this hot. We haven’t seen or heard as many hummingbirds as usual, this year, maybe because all the rain has been good for flowers up in the foothills and mountains; flowers we don’t have in the garden, like Ipomopsis aggregata, which is a hummingbird favorite.
(The guy I live with said we used to have that ipomopsis, but not for several years now. He said he would be very happy if there were drifts of it in the garden, but I guess there hasn’t been much viable seed available.)
Today, the guy I live with left me for a couple of hours. It wasn’t too hot in the house, fortunately. He went out for sushi with his friend. I hadn’t seen her in quite a while. He said he felt kind of teary being at the sushi place, since he hadn’t been there in over a year. He used to go there with his wife, and then, later, with his friend.
Things have been so weird for so long that I was surprised I remembered her, but I did.
I don’t really like it when things are weird. I prefer just being here with the guy I live with. I understand that he has to go out from time to time, especially to get food for me (he eats food, too), and sometimes do other stuff.
Well, so, anyway, that’s what’s been happening. Lots of roasting. Fans running all day long.
A couple of days ago the guy asked me if I wanted to get soaking, and I wasn’t sure, but he soaked me with the hose anyway. I got totally soaked. I did feel cooler after that.
Maybe you can tell.
Until next time, then.