Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to help you catch up on everything that’s been going on here. You may remember me from such posts as “Some Light, Some Dark”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I’m patrolling the garden and you can barely see the tip of my magnificent tail.
As you can see, the flagstone is damp, but before going into that, I want to show some pictures taken over the last few days, just because.
This is a picture of the sky, taken a couple of days ago, with the Russian hawthorn (Crataegus ambigua).This is the only hawthorn that doesn’t get rust in our garden, if you needed to know that.
The canal, on our walk. Those are chokecherries, with maybe Rosa arkansana on the opposite bank.
It won’t be long before the water in the canal stops flowing, because it’s getting colder.
I think on the same walk, but going the other way, the guy I live with said I missed something which he thought I would find interesting. I certainly would have, and wish he’d pointed it out, but he didn’t. You might have to embiggen this picture to see it.Yesterday, they were talking about snow for today, so the guy I live with took some pictures of the crocuses here. The guy I live with had just gotten his Covid bivalent shot and was feeling pretty crummy, but managed to do at least this.
And it did snow. It snowed for most of the day today.
The guy I live with was pretty happy about this, and relieved too. He said it could have snowed even more. It was kind of snow mixed with rain, or rain mixed with snow.
It definitely smelled interesting outside.
It is supposed to freeze tonight; the guy I live with says that’s perfectly fine. This has been a bit of an exhausting gardening year for him.
This will be the last night for Salvia darcyi. (I know these aren’t all that in focus.)
And probably for Salvia greggii too.
On the other hand, the first snowdrops are appearing, though the flowers are being gnawed on by grasshoppers.
This is Galanthus peshmenii:
They’re in a pot plunged into the soil so that the bulbs can be more easily retrieved, for sharing with the botanic gardens.
Well, that’s it. It snowed, everything is damp and chilly, which feels delightful if totally unusual, and it smells nice outside, for once.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me doing a very important thing: barking at a hawk.
Until next time, then.