a few days later

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the slightly huge purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you up to date on what’s been happening in our garden, and elsewhere, too. You may remember me from such posts as “Not Quite Like Me”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. I bet you wish you had retractable ears like I do. img_2199-2A few days have passed since my last post. The reason I know this is that things have happened.

There was a day when we went for our evening walk (which is really in the afternoon, but “evening walk” sounds nicer, doesn’t it?) and it started to snow a little. The sky looked like this, but it was still snowing, because it was darker to the southwest.img_2193-2On the evening walk we go down to where the path, which is really a coyote path, stops, or at least stops for us, because the “open space” stops, and there’s a fence beyond that. The willows are kind of scary where the path stops. That’s the creek, right there.img_2187-2The fence post you see on the left is the corner of someone’s back yard. The guy I live with says the coyotes, Norm and Celeste, keep going, and that their den is quite a ways away from here. My house is, too, but in the opposite direction. The coyotes have a den; I have two snug forts, one in the kitchen, and one upstairs in the bedroom.img_2189-2You can see some snowflakes on me, as I was headed back to my house.img_2192-2So that was interesting.

Then, maybe the next day, or the day after that, I had a slight accident, and broke a toenail. I look pretty sad and pathetic here, don’t I? img_2206_edited-1

I guess it’s true that I get very good care.

The guy I live with also said that I might be putting on weight, which is why I said “slightly huge” right at the beginning, though of course it’s really just my winter coat. I’m outside a lot, and need a winter coat, you know.

Then there was a day when the guy I live with went back to the place where he worked, for a friend’s retirement party. I had to stay home, because they don’t allow purebred border collies in the building, which is pretty ridiculous, if you ask me.

The guy I live with came back and said that seeing people he hadn’t seen in ten years was a very emotional experience, because ten years ago his wife was still alive, and he used to have dreams in which he would wake up, and she would be there, and all the terrible things that happened after she died were just a dream. He even cried. But he did have to get back to me to make sure I was okay. Which I was.

Then later that same day his friend came over for dinner and I got to jump up on her and stuff like that. Then I pulled the bandage off my foot; it was driving me crazy.

And then the next day I was left alone for kind of a long time, because the guy I live with had to deliver some cactus seedlings to Denver Botanic Gardens. I knew he was going with his friend and since I can tell how happy they are together I was okay with that.

They went into the greenhouse to put the cactus seedlings there. I’ve met this guy.


Panayoti in the greenhouse.

They walked around the gardens, some. Purebred border collies aren’t allowed there, either. I think there might be something wrong with the universe, where purebred border collies have to stay home and not do things like walk around botanic gardens. That’s just my opinion, of course.

Here are some pictures, anyway.dbg-5This is a big Yucca faxoniana. We have a smaller one in our front yard.dbg-7Here’s a view of the rock alpine garden. The guy I live with said he always liked to go there when he was feeling a bit down, because it’s so great. dbg-9There were lots of things in flower, because there are, at this time of year. I mean, not a huge number of things, but enough to look at. This is Cornus mas. There were bees everywhere on it.


That was yesterday. My toenail has completely healed now, though I still have to take an antibiotic. Which is perfectly fine with me, because the last time I had to take a big pill I figured out what was going on, and spit out the pill, and so now I get something called Brie, which is totally excellent. I like the idea of getting Brie instead of getting pills. (Just don’t tell the guy I live with that I really do know what’s going on with the Brie.)

Today we worked in the garden, all day long. I really like it when the guy I live with works in the garden, though sometimes I just lie on the patio rug. There have always been rugs here, I think. The guy I live with says it might be time to wash this rug. You can see the darker one beneath it, which was purchased by mistake; it’s sort of plastic-y and gross, but the one I’m lying on is pretty plush for something out on the patio.dsc_2269Sometimes I lie right next to the guy I live with when he works in the garden, which he likes, too. He told me that Chess, the purebred border collie who lived here before me, used to lie right next to the lady of the house when she worked in the garden, so there’s a kind of continuity there. Sometimes you need continuity, and sometimes you don’t. That’s what he said.

I’ll show a couple of pictures of bulbs flowering right now. This is an Iris reticulata from Armenia.dsc_2241This is Iris histrioides ‘George’. dsc_2250There are bunches of snowdrops still flowering, and I would have posted some pictures, but for some reason I don’t have them here. So you’ll just have to imagine them, I guess.

I think we’re completely up to date, now. It was such a nice day today that I spent some time actually helping out in the garden. My job here was holding down the grass; making sure it didn’t suddenly fly away, like it could have.img_2280

Until next time, then.


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at a standstill

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 to bring you up to date on the news from our garden and house. You may remember me from such posts as “Helping In The Garden”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. Showing off my retractable ears, of course.17022601I know I haven’t posted for a couple of weeks. The guy I live with thought we might do a post Wednesday before last, about Chess, who’s now been gone for over two years, but he decided to let that go. It seemed too sad. Then the guy I live with spent a whole day getting the airbag replaced on our car. That was something he’d been fretting about for a very long time. He said there wasn’t much of anything like getting something super major like that over with. Taxes are done, too, I hear.

The guy I live with has also become addicted to “Q.I.”, a TV show he watches on the “Acorn channel”. He laughs a lot, which I guess is a good thing. But he watches a lot of TV now.

So some stuff was happening. This is what part of the back yard looked like, last Monday.nf3The yellow snowdrop ‘Primrose Warburg’ was about to open. nf2And then this happened. nf1The guy I live with had things to say about this. Of course. The garden, and everything we were doing, came to a complete standstill. It wasn’t very cold, but there was a lot of wind, and so our walks weren’t very pleasant. That was last Thursday.

But at least some of the snow has disappeared. You can see there are some crocuses flowering. There flower pots are covering some eremurus which may have come up “too early”. The holes in the pots are covered with duct tape. 17022604And the little irises are “coming along quite nicely”.  These aren’t our irises; they’re going to Denver Botanic Gardens when they grow up. 17022602One thing which I especially enjoy at this time of year is how, because the garden slopes away from the house, down to the “way back”, if the snow starts melting along the edges of the two paths that go out there, a whole lot of water trickles down the paths and forms a big sea of mud out in back. And then I can run through it.

Mud is excellent, if you didn’t know. It’s especially fun to track onto the carpet afterwards.

But today, because of all the stuff I tracked into the house, the guy I live with brought something up from the laundry room which I didn’t like at all. It made a horrific noise when it was turned on. 17022603After the incredible racket was over, the guy I live with said that, years ago, the lady of the house was using this little vacuum cleaner on these very stairs, and Flurry, the first purebred border collie who lived here, pulled the bag off the vacuum cleaner while it was running. The bag was full, too. Until it was pulled off.

So now I know what to do when I see that awful thing again.

I guess that’s all I have for today. Not much of a post, I know. I’ll leave you with a picture of me lying in one of my favorite places, beneath the living room window. nf02

Until next time, then.


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