by Stephen Ulrich
Another beautiful rainy June day in Vancouver. Washington, not Canada. For some reason, we live here. OK, I know why we live here: Family, friends, Wide Open Spaces, Affordability…… certainly NOT the weather.
The month of February where it didn’t get over 28’F for two weeks, and marked the wettest weather in recorded history, was entertaining in it’s own right. Not unlike Oakland (where I was born) boasting the Greatest Basketball Team of all time, the Pacific Northwest is smashing records left and right. Trump be damned (please) we are hellbent on being singularly responsible for refuting global warming…. but I digress. Suffice it to say that grey weather in the farking winter is just fine, but the middle of June? No esta’ bien!
While waiting for my Gardner’s aid, helper boy, skilled laborer, (i.e. my hands) to arrive, I find that the caffeine has once again drawn my fingers to the keyboard. I was, honestly, just stopping by to check the weather to see if it could possibly be drier this afternoon so we could plant the Dogwood. Dogwoods are a most resplendent ornamental tree, and given the grey nature of the sky in this area, they are a modest accoutrement for an otherwise dreary backyard skyscape. No wonder the wife has “bedazzled” the interior of our spacious abode with the maximum lighting the square footage would allow. The photo above depicts the exact amount of light normally required to depilate the nose and body hairs from an adult male homo-sapien.
The weather being confirmed as abysmal for the remainder of the day, the timing of the planting of said Dogwood has become secondary to its placement. According to those in the know, the root system of a Dogwood is extremely shallow and likely not to require the three-foot pipes full of rocks I was intending to supply to direct the water to a deeper root system. This is a blessing not to be taken lightly. What it means is that I really don’t have to install a separate drip line/system for a Dogwood, rather it needs to be insured that the lawn gets watered regularly during those hot dry summer months which are apparently feigning complete avoidance of the entire area, all up in here!
Now my lovely and attractive wife is concerned that the placement of the Dogwood will not only interfere with the Badminton net/players that grace our yard at least twice a year, but endanger our view of the entire sky itself. I guess if we lay down under it?
The trees are gorgeous. It is 80 degrees in San Francisco and I miss it. The waterfalls are beautiful here and the trees are green all year long. Except for the ones that lose their leaves completely. How am I supposed to spend the day in the garage working on my boat to enjoy the sunny lake we are visiting on Sunday when it is raining outside? Maybe I should eat something.
What DID ever happen to Uncle Ed?