Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you about a very unusual thing. You may remember me from such posts as “A Walk At Sunset”, among so many, many others.
Here I am again. (This is going to be an excellent post, because it has lots of pictures featuring me.)
This one doesn’t have me in it, but it shows the difference in the way the phone camera gathers light if you point it in another direction.
There are some bulbs in flower now, though I guess this is what you would call a pretty lean year, because it’s been so dry.
I don’t know the name of this colchicum.
A bee on ‘Innocence’. I think it was asleep. These colchicums are mostly done now.
And Colchicum bivonae ‘Apollo’. The guy I live with posted a different picture of this on Facebook.
The cowpen daisies have been wilting almost every day, but they perk up after watering. They have very shallow root systems, but then, they’re annuals.
They kind of flopped, too.
The guy I live with said he wasn’t going to mow the buffalo grass again this year. You can see it’s gotten pretty unruly, but it’ll be going dormant soon. It’s my Private Lawn. (You can’t see it from the house because of the hedge of lilacs.) It used to belong to Slipper, a purebred border collie who lived here before me. His first cousin Chess never used the Private Lawn.
I think these will mostly be sown directly into the ground, maybe at the end of next month. That isn’t always successful, but sometimes it results in seedlings.
Maybe you can see how dry things are in this picture of me walking along the canal. On the left are irrigated plantings, and on the right are native plums and other plants growing on the canal bank.
This is farther east than we usually go, but we do go this way sometimes.I debated going into the water, but at this time of year it’s pretty chilly. It comes from the mountains.
We haven’t seen a muskrat, or any trout in the canal at all this year. We usually see trout when the water is clear, which it mostly is.
Then there’s this. What you might call a sign of the times. (The guy I live with says I’ve used up my quota of cliches in this post now.)
That’s the native currant, Ribes aureum. The flowers are strongly scented of cloves.
I suppose I should mention the unusual thing, since my post has the word “unusual” in it.
This was it.
You may wonder why I haven’t shown more movies lately. It’s because the guy I live with, who, for an old person, has a lot of experience with computers, couldn’t figure out how to process movies with Windows 10. He said it was much easier with Windows 7.
Well that’s it. It rained. Not a whole lot, but at least it rained. “They” say we have an eighty percent chance of rain showers tonight. That would be nice.
Until next time, then.