Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today with some fairly interesting news. You may remember me from such other newsworthy posts as “Some Nose News”,among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I bet you can tell that the weather has changed here. It’s been pretty nice. They say it’s supposed to rain tomorrow, which the guy I live with says is just fine. It rained for about four hours the other day; that was different.
I’d like to make a little prologue about the news I’m going to report. For some reason this is important to the guy I live with. We purebred border collies don’t have to deal with much of this, which leads me to believe that we’re just superior. I only worry about my breakfast and dinner, though I always get them right on time.
He says, “You know how when you do something, some people will always react with something negative, no matter what it is?”
We have a new metal friend.
The garage is filled with something called “new car smell”. And now we have a car that starts, reliably, in case we have to go anywhere in a hurry.
The guy I live with didn’t want to say what that meant, though I know if I had to go to the doctor, late at night, like if I ate something the guy I live with said not to but I did anyway, we would just go, even in three feet of snow, without fretting about a fifteen-year-old car.
“What if the economy collapses? What if gas prices go to ten dollars a gallon? What if there’s World War III? What if you can’t get gas any more?”
The guy I live with said he bets most people reading this post know people who say things like that.
He says he has two parrots; one on each shoulder. (I’ve never seen them.)
The parrot on the right shoulder babbles stuff like those questions. It chatters constantly, loudly, about all sorts of things that drive him crazy.
When it gets to be almost too much, the parrot on his left shoulder (closer to the heart), leans in to him and whispers, “She died“.
And then he sees things for what they are.
Well, so, anyway, that’s our big news, at least in the reliable transportation department. I have some other news, as well.
The bulb frames are gone.
The bases of two of the frames are still there, though eventually they’ll be removed.
There’s a whole new planting space which you can sort of see on the right.
You can also see that we have a lot of puschkinias.
All kinds of bulbs are in flower now. This is Fritillaria pudica.
This is Tulipa kaufmanniana ‘Ugam’. Named, I think, for a mountain range in Uzbekistan.
Tulips, if you didn’t know, are mostly native to regions of the world that have a climate pretty much exactly like ours. The guy I live with has always wondered why the Front Range of the Rockies doesn’t have more species of bulbs, but it doesn’t, for some reason. No doubt a weird evolutionary reason.
I guess this tulip is also marketed as ‘Ice Stick’.
There are “regular” tulips here, too, and though they’re perennial, they do tend to disappear in what the guy I live with says are “annoying ways”, like he would plant a few dozen, and only ten of them would come back year after year. He says it’s because they’re “bred plants”, of which there are very few in the garden. But the species tulips, like the one pictured above, always come back.
So that’s it for the news. I hope you didn’t find the guy I live with’s pontificating, which I did because he said to, excessively tiresome. I do have to live with him, after all, so I know what it’s like.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me after a long day of gardening.
Until next time, then.