Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about the wind. You may remember me from such posts as “Smoke And Wind”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
If you’re wondering what all that stuff is, besides the puschkinias, from left to right there’s a dwarf ponderosa pine; Cercocarpus montanus in front; the yucca-looking thing is Nolina greenei; the cactus is Cylindropuntia whipplei; the oak, with its brown leaves, is Quercus undulata. The big branchy thing I’m lying under is Cotoneaster multiflorus. It smells awful when it flowers.
What I’m relaxing on will be a new bed for, well, mostly bulbs I guess, so I won’t be able to lie right on it, according to the guy I live with, but of course I will anyway.
The lilac, ‘Annabel’, framed by the arbor, is about ninety feet away.
The big green thing, to the right of the trap (which isn’t set), and a bit closer to the camera, is an Eremurus robustus. The guy I live with was surprised to see it there. (All that other green stuff is Allium aflatunense, which his wife wanted, but the guy I live with didn’t, and still doesn’t want.)
He planted half a dozen Eremurus robustus in the “way back” garden, in a place where he thought they would do well, and all of them rotted last winter. He was pretty put out about that, but decided to plant more in the open area on the right in the picture above. Eremurus do very well in the garden here.
I guess he miscalculated just how wet the “way back” gets in the winter; all the melting snow drains down there, because it’s lower than the main back garden by at least three feet.
It’s been windy for the last several days. We were under “fire weather” warnings every day. I didn’t worry about that, but the guy I live with did. He says he does the worrying for both of us, so I can lead a happy, carefree life.
Even with the wind, there are things in flower.
This is Fritillaria raddeana.
There were other, older, and larger bulbs in the garden, close to where these were, but the guy I live with sliced through the bulbs with his trowel, thinking they were in a different place. I guess I wasn’t supposed to talk about that, but the language I heard when that happened was something else.
This is (maybe) Fritillaria nigra. Some people say it should be called F. pyrenaica.
There are dozens of other “frits” about to flower here, but it’s supposed to get colder and maybe even snow this week, so who knows what will happen.
Some other things. The guy I live with went to the Asian market. He likes that store, a lot. It was one of his “safe places” to go, after his wife died. I’ve probably talked about the way he feels about Asian things. He said it was kind of weird going there in the new car, partly because it’s been strange for him to go there by himself for all these years, but also because of the automatic transmission, which he’s figured out, and not having to take a key out of the ignition (which he says is “beyond totally weird”).
He got some important household items.
Thai chilies, which he can’t live without, and kimchi. (Oh, and you can see dumpling wrappers; he makes jao tze every now and then, and wontons, too.) There was already a jar of kimchi in the refrigerator, and so I wondered, but he said this was even better, though not quite as good as the kimchi he can get at H Mart, but that’s a long way away.
He also got some sriracha sauce.
The bottle on the left. I hear that if you really know your sriracha sauce, you call the sauce on the left “rooster sauce”, for obvious reasons, because it isn’t quite like the real thing from Thailand (bottle on the right).
He likes rooster sauce the best.
He went to the health food store after that. He told me that at the Asian market almost everyone was wearing a mask, but at the health food store almost no one was.
That was something he thought about for quite a while.
The other news, which isn’t about food I’m not allowed to eat, has to do with the canal.
It has water in it.
No one removed all the dead grass from the banks, so it looks very different this year. Last spring was very wet, relatively speaking, and the grasses grew like crazy; there are even some clumps growing in the canal.
But it was very pleasant to see water flowing. And as soon as the water started to flow, other creatures noticed it.
Well, that’s it for today. We’ve been able to do some gardening, even with the wind. I like gardening as much as the guy I live with does, though of course my approach to it is very different, and mostly involves watching.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me, taken in the morning, while I was still in the ancient, creaky chair I like to sleep in. After we’re done watching “Q.I.” at night, and the guy I live with switches the program to one that helps him sleep, I like to go down and sleep in the chair that, so I’ve heard, all the other purebred border collies who’ve lived here have slept in, too.
Until next time, then.