Friday, 10 October 2014
I awoke to an excellent weather day after all and tried to think of where we could work. Perhaps we could do some more fall clean up on the Long Beach berms or LB city hall. But wait! I remembered that on Monday I had not gotten the whole boatyard garden done. So that is where we went.
One of the first things that struck me was the ever annoying line of river rock along the back of the garden. Years ago, I had created the boatyard garden as a volunteer project. A few years later, it had to be torn out so the port could put in new streetlights and repair the chainlink fence, and I decided to not replant it as by then my work schedule had gotten too full to allow time for a volunteer project of that size. The port put down landscape fabric and river rock, a poor solution as the fabric did not reach to both sides so the “garden” had a two lines of weeds bordering it, and the river rock was thin on the ground so the fabric showed. Some years later, I was pleased to be given the job of bringing the garden back to its original beauty and the port staff tore out the horrible fabric. Some of the river rock remained at the back and made for tough weeding.
a messy line, as you can see
I’d had enough of the difficult back edge so today was the day to take all the river rock out! Some of it we moved down to a couple of areas where landscape fabric pokes under the fence from behind and shows; I hate having the underwear show. (The port staff put some fabric under the boatyard gravel to try to control the horsetail; of course, the horsetail pokes right through it.)
river rock repurposed to hide a hump of landscape fabric
We weeded the whole south end of the garden and collected the rock in buckets to use elsewhere at the port.
Allan at the southernmost end digging out some wild lupines at my request.
I walked the length of the garden taking photos to ponder later. You can walk with me from south to north, if you like. The plants in this garden are fairly drought tolerant, deer resistant and hold up well to wind.
Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’, Cosmos and Santolina
one of those TOO late blooming cosmos, carex, santolina
cosmos backed with an ornamental grass that I quite like but can’t identify, given to me years ago by a Seattle friend.
‘Herrenhausen’, my favourite ornamental oregano. The blue is Geranium ‘Rozanne’ pooled around a drainage ditch.
Bare soil was filled with poppies. Note how much better the back looks without the rocks.
santolinas and lavenders
seedheads of Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’, Euphorbia characias wulfenii. Catananche (cupid’s dart), green santolina and behind the railroad history sign is a bronze fennel whose reseeding we rigorously control.
cosmos and carex and linaria purpurea (toadflax)
California poppies, santolina, lavender
This is a blah spot now because we cut down the spent goldenrod.
Santolina, lavenders, blue oat grass, Origanum ‘Herrenhausen’
The rocks mark the garden edge; Allan weeded and tidied all the way to the gate.
past the gate, the north stretch of garden (pink painted sage, chartreuse Nicotiana langsdorfii, and some catmint and Calif. poppies)
green and silver santolinas and Verbascum bombyciferum (Giant Silver Mullein)
In summer, the gaps are all filled in with corn poppies, California poppies, and Shirley and Iceland poppies.
Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies, Verbascum and santolinas
Last year, I cut the santolinas hard in the fall, here and along Howerton Way. Then we had a very cold winter and the ones along Howerton all died, although these survived. So this fall I am cutting only the most floppy ones.
spent Solidago ‘Fireworks’ (a nicer clumped look untrimmed than the tall goldenrod) and rosemary
bronze fennel, cistus, lavender, California poppies, Stipa gigantea
More uselessly late blooming cosmos (wish I knew which cultivar) and a clump of Solidago ‘Fireworks’
Nepeta (catmint0 and santolina
Cosmos and Artemisa ‘Powis Castle’ underlaid with yarrow
Echinops ritro (blue globe thistle, second bloom after being cut down)
Aster ‘Harrington’s Pink’
Persicaria ‘Firetail’ in a spot that tends to get hose dribblings.
the dried flowers of a pink yarrow
cosmos and bronze fennel
Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’ and cosmos
Euphorbia ‘Portuguese Velvet’, some sort of Helianthus, cosmos
northernmost end of boatyard: fennel, santolina, gaura, California poppies
Since we planted many of our gardens years ago, having fallen in love with bronze fennel at Lucy Hardiman’s Portland garden, this fennel has crept onto the noxious weed list so I don’t recommend it anymore even though it is statuesque and beautiful. It’s a class b noxious weed so I make sure to not put any of its debris in any of our dump sites, and I have the intention of trying to eliminate it in the garden although its taproot makes it a bugger to remove.
Cosmos and Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’ and santolina
and walking back, a pretty picture
When I got back to the van at the south end of the garden, the Marine Travelift was poised to bring up a boat, so we decided to take a work break and watch while munching our sandwiches.
waiting (but not for that little boat)
how it relates to the south end of the garden; that bench is for folks to watch the boats come out, but we leaned on the fence
Here it comes.
lots of muscle work keeping the boat lined up
One guy operates the engine.
Those straps are what will lift the boat…even the really huge ones.
It’s a slow process tightening the straps.
Up it comes.
telephoto: Ilwaco Landing in background
Note the guy to the right looking to see the boat is high enough.
on the move
past the garden, heading towards the yard
Allan got some views of the action from a different angle:
with me taking the other set of photos
Then, even more excitingly, Nicki and her guy came walking by.
I’m all excited to see Nicki…
and to get her picture.
She’s a sweetheart.
With the Discovery all squared away, we went back to work at the gardens at the west end of Howerton Way. In front of the old Harbour Lights hotel (vacant now), a river rock landscape is short on rocks so that the underwear is showing.
fabric showing around the edges
and some fabric showing in the “garden” itself
This must not stand!
So we put all the extra river rock from the boatyard over the visible fabric, and it looks much better although it could use more rock. The way to prevent the unfortunate showing of the underwear would have been for the landscaper who did this job (wasn’t us) to place a layer of pea gravel to completely obscure the fabric and then put the larger decorative rock on top of that.
We weeded and groomed the westernmost garden beds and then the port was all ready for Cranberrian Fair.
Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’
Allan got us a treat: some delicious calamari salad for me and some herring in wine sauce for him from OleBob’s Café nearby…the only lunch spot open on the port now.
We had absolutely no intention of going out again, but when we arrived at home, I got a call from Heather of NIVA green asking us to join her, Allison, and David at [pickled fish]. That was irresistible (because of the company). First, I walked around the bogsy woods cleaning seeds off of some Linaria that I’d picked at a job.
linaria before, looking dull
You gently rub the papery husk and it comes off on both sides, dropping the seeds and making the dried plant into a beautiful thing for a vase indoors.
Smokey walked all around with me.
The hardy fuchsias are still so fine.
I think that cleaning up the center bed will be my next project, but not tomorrow as we intend to go to the Cranberry Museum to watch the harvest.
an autumnal center bed
[pickled fish] Restaurant is on the top floor of the Adrift Hotel at the end of the Sid Snyder beach approach road.
I love the restaurant lighting.
Allison and Heather
Since the Starvation Alley owners live next door to me, I had to have a cocktail with their organic cranberry juice.
Allison’s tender kale salad
burgers for me and Allan (his was vegetarian white bean) with lots of greens
pizza for Allison and Heather
David and Allan having a droll moment. They have much to discuss on the subject of motorcycles.
We had a good two hours to visit before nine o clock when live music, Paul Mauer and his band, began to play. Our companions lingered through several songs and then departed.
After our companions left, I felt we should move to a smaller table. We switched to a two top where our view of the band was through a couple talking and then smooching and dining.
I’m not used to watching bands in a venue like this. I like to pay strict attention to the music but felt that I was perforce staring at the couple, even though my gaze was really past them to the band, so I got uncomfortable and instead looked around the room, again pondering how much I like the lighting and wondering how to recreate it at home.
Coincidentally, the Starvation Alley folks and friends were at the next table. I thought about how they know the woman who did the interior design for the restaurant and hotel and parts of their own house, and wondered about asking her for advice.
mason jar lights, quite lovely, eh?
Our friend Heather also knows how to make these, but the idea of somehow making a strip of wiring daunts me.
Tomorrow: cranberry harvest!