the miserable gardener

Greetings and salutations everyone; yes, it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to delight and amaze you as only a purebred border collie can. You may remember me from such dazzling and, well, just plain wonderful posts as “Look What He Did” and “It Happened Again”, among so many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.Nothing happened today. The guy I live with went to the store after our morning walk, and then we took a nap when he came home.

Oh, there really was one thing. The guy I live with bought a software recovery program to see if he could recover the pictures on the memory card that was in my mommy’s camera. The gold strips were really badly scratched, and the computer wouldn’t see anything. But he was able to recover the pictures.

The funny thing is that they weren’t the pictures of Panayoti’s garden that she took the day before she died. We think those pictures are gone forever, but decided to show a selection of what was on the card, instead of just showing a picture of me on the couch. Now, if you ask me, a picture of me on the couch should be enough to make the post extremely excellent; however, the guy I live with said maybe there should be a little bit more to the post, so here goes. My mommy collected tarot decks. She loved the “artwork”.

That’s it for today. Until next time, then.

Hello everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about our day in the garden, or today, our day doing nothing. You may remember me from such riveting posts as “A Post About Nothing”, and “Another Post About Nothing”, both of which I just did, so it should be easy to remember me just from those. I’m pretty memorable.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. I have a pimple on my nose. I write in poetry, I write in prose. I might have gotten something up my nose on one of my important sniffing detours on our walks, and my nose got scratched. That happens. I still can’t remember how I got that light dot on my nose, so that happens too. You get a dot on your nose, and then, later, you forget how it happened.

Anyway, this was really a do-nothing day. The guy I live with said we were going to do this and do that, and this would get finished, and that would get started, but we took a long nap instead. He read some of this book, which is one of several by the same author, and he says it’s “the purebred border collie of plant books”. It must be excellent.The funny thing is that he thought he already had a copy but couldn’t find it, and so he got another one, and now thinks he’s read the book before, so maybe he has two copies and one mysteriously disappeared. Or he just can’t find it.

On our afternoon walk, which is one thing we did do, besides our morning walk, he tried to take pictures of the hawk in the tree, but every time we got close, the hawk flew off to another tree. Fortunately the other trees were in the direction our walk was taking us, so he got more pictures, but none of them came out the way he hoped they would. Like, in focus.

Oh well. Hawks are pretty scary if you ask me. We sometimes find evidence that they’ve caught something. I have to check it out, because that’s my job, but sometimes it’s kind of gross even for me.

The guy I live with did actually do something today, besides take me for two walks and drink a lot of coffee and feed the birds. He sowed some agave seeds.

these are agave seeds

The pot gets covered with gravel, though you don’t have to do that. You do have to poke the seeds down into the soil if you don’t cover the seeds with gravel. We’ll see how quickly they come up, now. This is year-old seed, by the way. Seed he forgot to sow last year, for one reason or another. That whole process took about five minutes.

And that was our day. Since we have to go on our walks, we’ll never be able to say that we don’t do anything at all, but today came close. The guy I live with says we might do something tomorrow.

Until next time, then.