the miserable gardener

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 with movies, and other things.
You may remember me from such posts as “Some Movies”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.
Things are pretty overgrown here, as you can tell.

It’s a nice, quiet Sunday afternoon, and even though it didn’t rain yesterday like they said, it’s pretty pleasant here.

Believe it or not, there are more colchicums in flower here.
This is Colchicum davisii:
And this is ‘Innocence’, which the guy I live with says is the second-best white-flowered colchicum. (We do have the best, Colchicum speciosum ‘Album’, but you’ll have to wait for that one.)
You can see that these are growing in full sun. When colchicums are planted in a little bit too much shade they tend to fall over.
They’re also growing in the heavy clay that was spread over the nice native soil when the house was built fifty years ago.

So those are today’s colchicums.

A couple of hours ago the guy I live with when to do some work in “the enclosure”. I was surprised to hear the word “work”.
He couldn’t do anything, though, because there was someone in the enclosure who had much more important things to do.

The guy I live with just stood there very quietly with his phone. I was standing next to him but I could see what was happening.

The guy I live with took this as a sign to not do anything in this part of the garden.

So that’s it for now. I hope you enjoyed the movies.

Until next time, then.

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 my encounter, and a few other things. You may remember me from such posts as “In The Furnace”. among, so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.
It may look slightly stormy in the background, but the guy I live with said that was “just for show”.
I heard thunder, but the storm passed us by after a couple of minutes of sprinkling.
The storm went to the northeast, as usual.
I can tell how frustrated and disappointed the guy I live with is right now. We haven’t had a good soaking rain since July 16.

He has been enjoying the hummingbirds, which are still here, maybe because of the buffet on the south side of the house. Not a very good picture, but I think you can see all the redness.And the buffet in the front garden.
The most conspicuous buffet selection here now is Salvia darcyi. It was wilting pathetically a couple of days ago so the guy I live with turned on the hose and pointed it right at the bases of all the plants. He stood there for a while, watering.I have to admit this isn’t all that exciting to me, since I don’t see red, and even though the guy I live with tried to describe the color to me, I didn’t get it.

And anyway, I had an encounter on my evening walk yesterday.
I could tell something was afoot because my super-efficient nose told me so.
The fox, which is what this was, looked at me. I looked at the fox. The fox looked at me some more. I looked at the fox some more.
We looked at each other for quite some time while the guy I live with fumbled with his phone and tried to get a halfway decent picture. Maybe this is just quarterway decent.
We just kept looking at each other.

Eventually the fox trotted away, and naturally I wanted to drag the guy I live with on the leash down into the underbrush to look for the fox, but I could tell by all the complaining at the other end of the leash that I was overdoing it.
This was of course the first time I’ve ever overdone anything.

I guess that’s it for today.
This evening we walked all the way to the end of where we walk, toward the east, where the canal takes a turn, and the streets there were wetter than our street. They even got more rain three blocks from our house than we did.
The guy I live with had an opinion about that. I can’t repeat what he said.
I found something interesting to look at.
Then we turned around to go home.

Until next time, then.