the flags

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you about something odd that I found. You may remember me from such posts as “Another Weird Day”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic, sun-drenched pose.You can see how well I’m guarding against flying things, which have been the bane of my existence this summer. Things trying to sting me, things landing on me, like grasshoppers; things flying everywhere.

It’s still hot and very dry, but there are colchicums in flower. This one is Colchicum autumnale ‘Nancy Lindsay’. The phone didn’t capture the color properly, and I know this isn’t in focus.
Oh, I’m supposed to say that Nancy Lindsay was also responsible for introducing roses like ‘Gloire de Guilan’, which we have in our garden, and the continually-misspelled ‘Rose de Resht’, which the guy I live with used to grow. There’s a chaper devoted to her in Graham Stuart Thomas’s Cuttings from my Garden Notebooks, which the guy I live with says is pretty enjoyable, and now available very inexpensively.
And this is Colchicum laetum.
There are lots of others, but they’re being eaten by grasshoppers.

I don’t like grasshoppers, because, as I’ve said before, they land on me, and I really loathe being landed on.
This is just one of the many.
The grasshoppers are really doing a number on the garden, as they say, but since it’s been so very dry, that’s to be expected.

Even though I totally dislike grasshoppers, I’m aware that I live in a house full of pleasant memories before my time, and there are things like this, downstairs.
And, though I’m sure this has been shown before, I’m going to do it again, to help with the narrative, I guess you might say.
The guy I live with’s wife did this, in acrylic. It’s in our living room and I see it every day.

Anyway, to continue with the grasshopper theme, the guy I live with ordered some plants, and they’re sitting out on the patio, waiting for colder weather, and fewer grasshoppers, before they’re going to be planted.
There are kind of a lot of plants on the patio, waiting to be planted. Not to be cynical or anything, but they’re also waiting for the guy I live with to figure out where they will go.
(Incidentally, the word “cynical” comes from the Greek word for “dog”, which I’m.)

Speaking of such things, we purebred border collies really dislike weirdness. I like to have breakfast, and dinner, and go on walks, and spend time in the garden. I like snacks, cuddles, sleeping on the ancient couch, and lying in bed late at night watching “Q.I.” with the guy I live with, but I really don’t like coming across anything weird.
But yesterday, I did.
I saw the flags.

We were just walking along, on my evening walk, when we saw someone coming toward us, with a dog, so the guy I live with said to go across the creek (it’s dry), and there’s a special place where it’s easy to walk across, and I know that place really well, so we went across the creek, and all of a sudden there were these white flags.
I was super weirded out. There weren’t any flags there the last time we walked on that side of the creek.
Here I am inspecting the flags, very cautiously, which is what you do when you encounter something like this.
You can see that there’s a line of them.
This was so totally weird I didn’t know what to do.

The guy I live with looked at the flags. There was a circle of white paint around the flags, and in the middle of each circle was what the guy I live with said was a tiny juniper. He also said that this was right where they mow, which just added to the weirdness.
I guess someone thinks that a line of junipers in the field might be excellent. (The guy I live with said they could also be miniature Arizona cypresses.)
Oh, if you’re wondering why the area I’m standing in is green, and the other parts are brown, it’s because those other parts were just mowed recently, though there are places where it was mowed a while ago and they’re still brown, as you’ll see later.

Well, okay, enough of all of that.
Here’s a picture of the moon.
And, naturally, we have some owl pictures. I tried to get the owl, but the guy I live with said not to.
I scared it, though, and it flew into this tree, where it had a companion.
The guy I live with said they were looking at me, and not favorably.

So that’s been my last few days. Gardening, grasshoppers, and total weirdness.

Until next time, then.

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16 Responses to the flags

  1. Mee-yow wow iss still so *hot* there Mani~~butt you look purrty ‘kewl’ surveyin yore Kingdom! An mee agreess innsects what liek to jump or settle on mee are a pain on THE A$…..tushie. When Flies land on mee, hy fur quivurss an mee comess innside an runss away from quivurrin an even hidess INN pillowcase with pillow!!
    THE Collie flowerss are purrty, And THE Moon lookss so shiny! An those 2 Owlss look like Senty-nallss from another realm!!!
    So those weerd white flagss are too mark where mew Juneypurr treess will bee planted?? That is nice butt don’t Juney-purrss bring mosre Moss-quitoess?? Or iss that Spruce treess??? Wee not know this!
    Happy trailss Mani an Guy…..
    ***purrss*** BellaDharma an BellaSita (now renamed bye mee!)

  2. Mark Mazer says:

    “so why are they plantin treess inn such a strait line” …….. agility weave poles for a superfast purebred border collie?

  3. Elaine says:

    You have to learn to take things in stride Mani and not get so weirded out. Look at how beautiful the painting of the grasshopper is. They are beautiful and don’t bite. New plants are exciting and half the fun is deciding where they will go. I am sure you can help the guy you live with for proper placement as you are much lower to the ground than he is.

    • paridevita says:

      I really don’t like getting landed on.
      The guy I live with claims to know exactly where every new plant is going, but I remain dubious. There’s no rain in the forecast for the next week–I bet we haven’t gotten an inch of rain, total, since June–but it is coolng off a bit, so maybe some things will get planted this week. I’ll supervise in my usual way.

  4. Janet says:

    Your owls are very nice. I hope they don’t try to land on you.

    • paridevita says:

      They’re pretty big when they fly. The guy I live with said their talons have 300 pounds of crushing pressure, so being landed on by an owl would be very scary. But I guess my extra (just a tiny extra) “pandemic weight” is a good thing.

  5. Lisa says:

    No, no, no, I don’t do grasshoppers! They jump when I least expect them to, and get on me. I’ll take their photos up close if I see them no a flower, but don’t like it. I’ve been that way since high school biology, when we were supposed to dissect a grasshopper. Nope. Something about their crunchy bodies and eyes. I got to do a clam instead!
    We had two nice rainy days last week.

    • paridevita says:

      I don’t like them at all. There are millions of them in the garden this year. There was even one in the house, but the guy I live with caught it and put it outside.
      It rained here last night. We got 0.08 inches of rain.

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