Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the eeriest news from our garden. You may remember me from such eerie posts as “Weird Light” and “More Weirdness”, among so many, many others. Well, at least a few, anyway.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
The reason I’m looking so listless here is, not because I wasn’t making a list, but because the guy I live with was certain I was “a goner” today; I wouldn’t eat any of the various stews he tried to get me to eat. He finally–finally–got the message and fried up some steak in butter, and that’s what I had for afternoon tea.
About the eer. The guy I live with, who, it should be said, isn’t really a big noticer of things, like I am, noticed this object by the front porch this morning.
There wasn’t a note or anything, and he couldn’t figure out who put it there. It certainly wasn’t me, and no one else was talking.
don’t look at me
The guy I live with was about to hire a private investigator when the phone rang, and the person who delivered the cactus confessed.
It wasn’t so eerie after all, but it made for a nice mystery.
There are other things going on here, and I suppose I should talk about them, at least a little. Snowdrops, of course.
The double-flowered ‘Cordelia’. (Those aren’t my fingers.)
Cyclamen coum is flowering. 
And some spring-flowering colchicums. If you thought colchicums only flowering in the autumn, well, you would be terribly, terribly wrong. Though you would be forgiven for not knowing this, since it’s a fairly arcane area of gardening.
Colchicum kesselringii
An iris that “got noticed by accident”.
Iris reticulata KPPZ 90-160
That’s all there is. I hope you enjoyed the pictures, and our little mystery, which wasn’t really so eerie after all.
I have to go now. I think I hear steak being prepared.
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 