Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about our change in the weather. You may remember me from such weather-related posts as “Monsooner Or Later”, among so many, many others.
It was super hot here last week, and the week before. It was exhausting, believe me. Then on Friday, I think, the temperature dropped pretty suddenly, the wind came up (that was different, since wind here has been almost nonexistent for some years), and it started to rain. We got about a third of an inch of rain. And then on Saturday it drizzled for hours. That was really different.
Some parts of Colorado got huge amounts of rain, but we only got a little. People around here like to talk about “the monsoon” (the North American Monsoon, which you can look up), but what this really is is sort of outlying rainfall from the weather patterns originating in Mexico. It’s not reliable rainfall, and Colorado does not have a monsoonal flora like southern Arizona, southern New Mexico, west Texas, and northern (if not all of) Mexico have.
But it was nice. You might be able to see the difference.
Even the “way back”, which was getting pretty crispy, looks at least acceptable.
There are a lot, maybe even too many, cowpen daisies in the back border. This used to be full of perennials, and looked very different, back in the last century, but as the weather changed, it became more and more difficult to keep plants alive here without constant irrigation, so now there are cowpen daisies (Verbesina encelioides). These are annuals.
Another thing, and this just happened today, is that the “hideous” blue spruce is gone. This is kind of a peculiar picture, light wise, but it was taken with the phone.
The guy I live with even planted out some things yesterday. That might have been a mistake, since newly-planted plants often fry at this time of year, but he said he plans to mark them, with flags and stuff, so he can keep an eye on them.
What else? Oh, the guy I live with got stung by a yellowjacket a couple of days ago. He got very angry, even though it was his fault. I guess that’s a typical response. His hand swelled up, and is still swollen.
He was trying to remove the hose from the faucet in the front yard, after watering some new plants, and there were yellowjackets around the faucet.
The guy I live with said there was probably a big yellowjacket nest in the crawlspace, so he’s not going in there until it gets cold.
There was one there years ago, and his wife said he should just take a garbage bag and the machete and remove the nest that way. The guy I live with, who tends to catastrophize, said “No”.
The nest will be empty when it’s cold.
And some bulbs arrived in the mail. It is that time of the year.
These came from Illahe Rare Bulbs. You have to pretty quick out of the gate to beat the guy I live with when it comes to ordering from them. It’s a small list that arrives by email, but there’s lots of good stuff. Only one bulb has been planted, so far, but the rest will eventually be planted. Maybe in the garden, maybe in the frames. You never know with him, and bulbs.
Oh, I almost forgot. The owls are back. I fiercely and toughly scared them away the first couple of times, but the guy I live with was able to get some pictures when I wasn’t feeling so fierce.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me doing one of my favorite things; lounging on the patio at night.
Until next time, then.