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 what’s been happening around here, even though it isn’t very much at all. You may remember me from such posts as “The Haunted Toaster”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. Looking at something.It’s frightfully dry here, or so the guy I live with says. “They” keep saying it might rain, but nothing has happened. This has been going on for over a month. The guy I live with gets all excited about rain, and then there’s nothing but disappointment.
He says that’s a metaphor. He says that all the time. This is a metaphor, that’s a metaphor, on and on.
At least the cottonwood out in the field is pretty.
You can see right into the field, now that the lilacs have been mostly cut down.
A bunch of bulbs arrived last week. They were late, but I guess a lot of things are late, this year.
He had forgotten how many bulbs he’d ordered. There were a lot. Way more than he said he had room for, so there was all this wandering around with bags of bulbs and a trowel, then wandering some more, then deciding on a place, then realizing there were already bulbs there, then looking for another place.
Eventually all the bulbs were planted, but it seemed like an ordeal to me. I just watched.
Even though it’s been so dry, this has been a really good year for the autumn-flowering crocuses. The guy I live with thought he might have lost some of them, until one day, there they were.
The thing is, what with every day being the same, no rain, the guy I live with has become sort of disoriented, though not as much as I was when Daylight Savings Time ended. Talk about an ordeal; I had to wait an extra hour for my dinner. It was horrible, all that waiting, but I survived.
Anyway, the guy I live with looked at the “memories” thing on Facebook, and on our blog, at posts from the same time in years past, and the crocuses were in flower then, so it wasn’t that the crocuses had disappeared, he just couldn’t figure out where he was, calendar-wise.
There were a bunch of Crocus speciosus in flower a while ago. Maybe you can see them here.There are, or were, hundreds of these crocuses in the garden. Only a few are still flowering.
This species has a reputation for flopping over, but they didn’t do that here, maybe because it’s been so dry.
The saffron crocus, Crocus sativus, is also in flower.
You can see some of the orange styles, which are saffron. The guy I live with picked the saffron and gave it to his neighbor.
The key to keeping this species, and others that have overwintering leaves, is to put cages made from hardware cloth around the crocuses, so that rabbits don’t eat the leaves. The cages get held in place by a kind of spike, made from old tomato cages.
I keep telling the guy I live with that the back yard is free from rabbits, but every now and then one hops by the kitchen door, and I have to chase it out of the garden. Maybe they can fly over the fence. Whatever; it’s good exercise.
We haven’t seen the owls in a while, but occasionally hear them hooting, and every now and then, on my evening walk, I see them silently gliding down the field.
I guess that’s it for today. It has been kind of boring around here, with no rain day after day, but at least most of the grasshoppers are gone, and there are fewer flying, stinging things to bother me.
Until next time, then.