Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to bring you up to date on all the changes going on around here. You may remember me from such change-related posts as “Another Change”, and “A Slight Change”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.Maybe you can see that the cart full of plants that was sitting on the patio is gone now. Everything has been planted and watered, or put into one of the frames for winter.
There was a lot of extra space in the frames because the crocuses in the pots all rotted, except for one pot, where the corms were fine. (The ones that rotted had too much organic matter in the mix; the guy I live with wasn’t thinking all that clearly when he filled the pots.)
You can also see the little trees, which will be planted later this month. They’re Juglans microcarpa, the little walnut from Oklahoma, Texas, and adjacent Mexico.
Dozens of bulbs have been planted. You should have heard the language used when the guy I live with sliced through bulbs with the trowel. There are bulbs everywhere in the garden, so it wasn’t surprising that this happened.
There are lots of crocuses in flower; the guy I live with has been watering, some. This phone picture doesn’t reproduce the color of Crocus speciosus properly, but here are the crocuses anyway.They’re all over the garden, really. Ants collect the seeds and spread them everywhere. The guy I live with also suspects that mice eat a lot of the corms.
The cottonwoods along the creek, to the north of us, are changing color.
It hasn’t rained much here. Maybe one millimeter since the first of August. So things are kind of weird here. As usual, I guess. But the lack of rain is disturbing to the guy I live with.
The really weird thing, though, is that a lot of work has been done in the garden.
The lilacs are being cut down. So now there’s the path behind the Long Border. The guy I live with transplanted a native sumac, Rhus trilobata, next to the lilacs, and hopes that he’ll be able to plant more, next year.
Of course the sumac doesn’t smell like lilacs do when it flowers, but it does flower every year, has nice autumn color, and isn’t wilted all summer.
The very strange thing is that now my Private Lawn isn’t so private; we can see right across it to the field. (There’s a big pile of branches there, too.)
The guy I live with has trouble working in the garden, since he has some issues with his legs, knees, back, etc., so I was surprised at all the work. He did come inside every now and then to rest a bit.
Well, so, that’s what’s been going on lately. We saw an owl, and every now and then the guy I live with says he sees a large snake head, with eyes watching him, when he turns the faucet on or off.