Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to tell you some about moderately interesting things. You may remember me from such posts as “Going With The Flow”, among so many, many others.
It snowed again, yesterday. There was a mouse on the patio. (We have mice in the garden, if you didn’t know.)
On my evening walk, yesterday, I saw someone coming long before the guy I live with did. He doesn’t wear his glasses, except for driving, so he doesn’t notice much. I notice almost everything.
That’s a guy and his dog, just passing our garden. I wonder if they found it moderately interesting.
Maybe you will find this moderately interesting, too. I don’t find it super interesting, but I know the guy I live with obsesses on these things, in a healthy sort of way, I guess.
There are more buffalo gourds up.
And then there are the amsonias. No, these aren’t the amsonias that you find in what the guy I live with might call “mainstream horticulture”, these are dryland amsonias, namely, Amsonia eastwoodiana and Amsonia tomentosa. Some botanists say they’re the same species, but we’re keeping the names, just to be able to sort things out.
They come up pretty quickly from seeds, but then after that, they get tricky. There’s some phase between what you see here and getting plants suitable to plant in the garden where the seedlings get all finicky, which is why he started them now, instead of later.
Not because he can control them in their finicky stage, but if they die, he has more seeds to sow. It’s a case of trying and trying again.
The mix in which these seedlings are growing is scoria, perlite, gravel, and sand. With a tiny bit of organic matter.
They’ll be growing in much denser soil in the garden, like they have in real life.
There are some other amsonias out in the seed frames, under snow, because they need a cold treatment to germinate. They’re Amsonia fugatei, jonesii, palmeri, and peeblesii, if you wanted to know. Maybe he’s into amsonias right now; I’m not sure.
I think, though, that the possibility that the owner of Alplains, where these seeds came from, might retire, made him order a lot of stuff, including all the dryland amsonias in their catalog.
There are a bunch of other plants growing under these lights, too. Mostly bulbs. Here’s a picture of one, not really the true color because the lights color the picture. Bellevalia kurdestanica.
It’s up in the bedroom, and flowering, because when it came in the mail it was already very advanced in growth, and so couldn’t be planted out in the garden because of the cold weather.
So that’s the gardening stuff. I hope you found it at least moderately interesting.
Now for something that I personally found a lot more than just moderately interesting. Like, super interesting. This happened this evening, on my walk.
It was just at sunset.
We were walking along, the way we do. Down the path behind all the houses, and then back again.
All of a sudden, as if out of nowhere, the guy I live with thought he saw a dog running by, but I, much more aware of things, knew right away that it wasn’t one of us. It was a coyote.
The guy I live with claimed that I “went berserk”. Hardly. I was viciously protecting him.
Then another coyote appeared, and ran along with the other one.
If you look at my magnificent tail, which, I have to say, is always worthwhile, then draw an imaginary line straight up until right before the house across the field, you can see a dark spot or blur. That’s one of the coyotes, running away from my terrifying visage and threatening posture.
I look pretty attentive, fierce, and deadly in that picture, don’t you think?
(That’s the main path, off to the left. I lost one of my boots right about where that picture was taken, and the guy I live with had to go back out and look for it. He found it. The guy I live with said I wear boots, and coyotes don’t. Chalk one up for me.)
And so, I’ll leave you to ponder all of this moderately interesting and super interesting news, with a picture of me in my most alert and dangerous mode.
There are coyotes in this picture, but you can’t see them. Only I could see them. Maybe that’s a metaphor, I don’t know.
Until next time, then.