Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to bring you up to date on various things. You may remember me from such posts as “The Cow-Pen Daisies”, among so many, many others.
Well, so, now it’s hot again, with no rain in sight for, like, forever, or even longer.
But, as the guy I live with pointed out, this happened just the other day when we had a ten or twenty percent chance of rain.
He said “Just imagine what might happen with a zero percent chance of rain.”
You may chuckle, or even guffaw, but the guy I live with pointed out to me that when there’s a ninety percent chance, nothing happens.
This is what the sky looks like when it doesn’t rain here.
I know rain is important but it often comes with scary thunder.
As usual, not much is happening here. The guy I live with said that some people like it when lots of stuff happens, but we prefer it when almost nothing happens. Except for rain, of course.
The plums along the canal road are getting ripe now.
These are Prunus americana, and are native here. The guy I live with said that if he were the sort of person who made jam, he would make jam out of these, but then he’d be stuck with a whole bunch of jam.
The coyotes will probably get most of these, though we haven’t seen a coyote in a while now.
Our neighbor said there was a bobcat in another neighbor’s yard.
I’d really like to see a bobcat, but the guy I live with said I really wouldn’t. I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.
There was something different in our yard, just today. A pigeon tremex.
These are harmless, but pretty big, and when they fly around they sound kind of like little helicopters. It’s a horntail.
I don’t know why they have “pigeon” in their name, because I’ve seen pigeons and this isn’t what they look like. Humans can be very peculiar creatures with all their insistence on naming things. This one’s scientific name is Tremex columba. Columba as in dove, or I guess pigeon. What a weird name.
The same thing is true of the “cow-pen daisies”. I don’t know what a cow pen is, though the guy I live with tried to explain it to me. I’ve never seen a cow, or a pen, except the kind the guy I live with writes with.
I tried to picture a cow writing, but that didn’t help much.
I guess, really, these daisies show up around the perimeter of places where cows are kept. I try to picture a place where something I’ve never seen is kept, but no luck.
The daisies have a scientific name, Verbesina encelioides.
I guess the sunflowers and the cow-pen daisies, which are also annuals, need a little bit more rain than we’ve been getting, so the guy I live with watered them just this evening. This picture was taken before the watering.
The daisies in the “way back” border are so wilty and pathetic I don’t have the heart to show what they look like, but all of these are self-sown, so I guess it’s not all that bad.
There’s not much else to report. I mean there are lots of things to report, but most of them aren’t all that interesting. A pigeon tremex is interesting, but, say, what came in the mail today isn’t. (The mail was thrown away.)
Hot, dry, rainless weather isn’t all that interesting, either, though the nights here are very cool, and I make excellent use of that.
Maybe you can see the crack in the patio. That part of the patio was poured after the part on the right, and no expansion joints, like the one I’m lying on, were used, so the newer concrete cracked in the “awful” winter of 2006-07. I may have mentioned this before, considering the number of posts on this blog, but it’s one of the many “to-do” things that would have been important thirty years ago.
I could make a list of things the guy I live with says are no longer important, but it would be a long one. He says that’s one of the advantages of being over seventy. Kind of liberating, he says.
Oh, I guess I’m starting to ramble. We purebred border collies aren’t always as super-focused as we’re made out to be.
I’ll say goodnight, then, with another picture of me enjoying my patio, cracks and all.
Until next time, then.