Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here today to talk about the rain. You may remember me from such posts as “A Rainy Afternoon”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
The guy I live with forgot to post a picture of almost the same view taken a couple of days ago, of an evening. (I always like to say that.)
The difference between the two pictures is because we got some rain. Finally. Rain started to fall on my evening walk on Monday, and it rained all day yesterday. We got well over an inch of rain.
The guy I live with is very much relieved. We’ll still have a big water bill for September, though, from earlier in the month.
So the first picture makes everything look kind of flattened. Even messier than in the second picture.
There are a bunch of Colchicum autumnale ‘Album’ flowering in the enclosure. This is kind of a messy area too, because of all the vinca which the guy I live with doesn’t want here.
I’m very much on the mend, by the way, and am almost completely back to normal. I’m still taking the antibiotic and eating prescription food, but the the guy I live with said that will only be for a few more days.
This morning I had a moment of, well I wouldn’t quite say sheer terror, but it was pretty scary indeed. The thing was moving.
The guy I live with said it was okay to give this nameless horror a closer look. He said I’d seen one before in my garden.
No one lives in this house right now.
I had to make sure it was okay to look.
And I did, when I got the “all clear” from the guy I live with. You can see how brave I was.
The guy I live with said the nameless horror actually did have a name: a “party balloon”.
I know without even thinking about it that I’ll never accept an invitation to a party, and I don’t know why they allow such things.
And that’s all I have for today. The garden is soaked, and now we’re just waiting for some colder weather to keep the yellowjackets from flying into our kitchen.
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 
The rain was marvelous. We also got over an inch in southeast Denver, and it feels like such a luxury.
It was very nice, wasn’t? And no scary thunder here.
The guy I live with now says he wants more.
Hey, we got rain also! It was not much, but, as you know, the first rain can be so much fun!
Oh, party balloons are a curse and should be banned. They certainly should not be allowed float off outdoors!
I completely agree. The guy I live with said the balloon has “dia de muertos” written on it. Even scarier.
It’s still there, too.
The rain was such a gift and I couldn’t have been happily for rain all day Tuesday. A nice soft gentle rain that truly nourishes the garden-far better than supplemental waterings. All I can say is Hallelujah!
The guy I live with said it was very, very nice, and more would be excellent.
The guy I live with said this could very well be the last rain of the year. He hopes not, though.
Rain! Lucky you! It makes everything smell fresh and different. We are still waiting for a decent rain around here in the Willamette Valley of Oregon. Dry, dry, dry. Do you think the guy you live with will do anything about the vinca that he doesn’t like? All that watering has certainly made the garden look greener than I remember seeing it before by early fall.
The rain didn’t quite make up for the lack of it all summer; we average about six inches from July through the end of September, but it was still very nice.
The guy I live with’s wife wanted the vinca and for a while it was nice, but it’s now taken over the flagstone in the enclosure, because that’s one place in the garden that’s regularly watered (about once a week).
He has a spade that will take care of most of the vinca, for a while anyway.
“Rain started to fall on my evening walk ” Was there petrichor? It has been noted that humans are good at smelling that earthy odor after rain strikes dry soil.
The guy I live with said there was some, but the rain started to get rainier, so we had to hurry on our evening walk.
The next day it just smelled like rain.