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One enters the Sylvia Beach Hotel on the main floor and the check in desk is on the right.  On the left wall, this painting glowed in the sun on our most recent visit.

south wall of lobby

south wall of lobby, painting of Sylvia Beach and Shakespeare and Company bookshop

Along the west end of the lobby is an gift shop with all sorts of literary enticements.  I did not buy a thing this year.  Sometimes the only things I want to acquire are plants and garden decor.  But I enjoyed browsing and thought you might want to browse with me.

in the gift shop

gift shop

bookish eats

The treats are handy for getting through the time between breakfast and dinner in the Tables of Content restaurant when one does not want to leave the hotel at all.

birds

gift shop

I was again convinced that there is a plan to have steampunks enjoy the Jules Verne room.  (I enjoy the look of the steampunk fashion very much but am too preoccupied with gardening to indulge in it for myself.)

a shelf of steampunk items to go with the new Jules Verne room

a shelf of steampunk items to go with the new Jules Verne room

gift shop

gift shop

gift shop

Yay book! indeed

Yay book! indeed  and cats, gardening, bees….

Tables of Content Restaurant

For dinner, one decends a flight of stairs to the Tables of Content restaurant (where the restroom is named after Henry Miller).

Tables of Content, photo courtesy SBH Facebook page

Tables of Content, photo courtesy SBH website

view from Tables of Content at breakfast

view from Tables of Content at breakfast

breakfast

At breakfast, delicious fruit, juices, cereals and pastries are laid out and a hot dish is also offered.  Our first morning breakfast entree was Dutch Baby pancakes and the second day we had a vegetarian quiche or omelette sort of thing.

orange, tomato, grapefruit or apple juice!

orange, tomato, grapefruit or apple juice!

Dinner is $23 for course after delicious course.  You’ll be seated at a table holding up to six hotel guests or sometimes locals who like the restaurant.  The tablemates are encouraged to play Two Truths and a Lie.  I wasn’t thrilled about this the first time (years ago).  Now I miss it if the table does not want to play.  It is strongly encouraged by the waitstaff, and the head server will tell the table all about it at the beginning of the meal.   When I go to the SBH with Carol, she prefers to only eat at the Tables one of the two nights because she has to talk to strangers daily in her job (metro bus driver) and likes some peace and quiet with her meals.  On our latest visit, the table was reluctant and the game started slowly and uncomfortably, and then it worked its magic and we learned far more about each guest than we would have otherwise.  Carol herself was exempt as we ran out of time (she was not sorry) and one other guest, a frequent guest at that, abstained.  I had breakfast with owner Goody herself some years ago at the hotel and she explained to me that the purpose of the game is to draw out even the shyest member of the dinner party and make sure that attention is paid to everyone.

House of Stairs

After breakfast or dinner, one might very well decide to go back to the library on the third floor.

stairs from restaurant to lobby

stairs from restaurant to lobby

There is wheelchair access by coming in a lower door from the sidewalk.

From the lobby, one takes another flight to the second floor of rooms.  Both our rooms (Colette and Emily Dickinson) were on the second floor this time.

from lobby to second floor

from lobby to second floor

Shelley awaits

Shelley awaits

Shelley on the 2nd floor landing

Shelley on the 2nd floor landing

Another flight of stairs leads to the third floor rooms and the library.

to the library

to the library

to the library

The library: third floor

No matter how beautiful one’s room, the library entices with its comfy chairs and views and the company of others who are usually immersed in books.  There is no wifi and cell phones must be quiet.

cell phone off

cell phones off

on the entry table

on the entry table

the library, north end

the library, north end

view from north end of library

view from north end of library

library, middle

library, middle

middle

library view

library view

south end of library with fireplace

south end of library with fireplace

journals

I borrowed and returned journals from the Jane Austen and F. Scott rooms to read in the library.

Off the library is a coffee room with lots of games and puzzles.  The hotel provides coffee, assorted teas, half and half.

coffee room

coffee room

coffee room

coffee room

my afternoon's reading

my afternoon’s reading

Thursday I found a treasure trove of journals from retired rooms, especially Robert Louis Stevenson.  Carol had gone for a walk and I settled in to read them. I was quite surprised in the afternoon when a group arrived and first settled into the fireplace end of the library, then decided amongst themselves that they should move as they wished to converse more loudly than the library encourages.  Into the coffee room they went and shut the door and proceeded to read poetry.  I realized one small thing the hotel may lack is a small conference room for such groups.   As the noise increased (something I had never heard on any visit there), I simply moved one floor up to the library attic.

one more flight of stairs

one more flight of stairs

looking down on the library from the attic

looking down on the library from the attic

In the north corner of the library attic, by the noisy creaking pipes, is the very best seat in the house.

north end of attic

north end of attic

The south end of the attic is more of a spot for playing games and its view is more over the neighbourhood than the beach.

south end of attic

south end of attic

I found even more Robert Louis Stevenson journals and settled in for a good read.

treasure trove

treasure trove

I’ll share some entries tomorrow.   I also found journals from Tennessee Williams but simply did not have time for them (and I think I have read some of them before).

I looked out the window with no guilt at not being out walking because I knew the wind had felt strong and cold.

attic view

attic view

hardy souls

hardy souls

library attic view

I looked for Carol on her walk, but when she arrived (and she knew right where to look for me) she told me it had been so cold she walked through the neighbourhood instead of on the beach.

beach walkersPeople who came to the beach from afar would brave it no matter what the weather.

windblown garden

windblown garden

Because longtime followers of the SBH might, like me, be approaching sixty, I wonder how long we can all make it all the way up the stairs to the library?  One of the most poignant room journal entries that I read years ago was about how an elderly repeat guest could no longer reach the library.  On the first day, I had to drag one leg behind me because I was so sore from work.  By the second, rest and relaxation had made it possible for me to climb the stairs effectively, but vertigo makes me slow going down.  I said to Carol that I will eventually crawl up to library if I have to and come down the stairs one by one sitting down.  I wonder if anyone has resorted to that yet?

library by night

library by night

Every night at 10, hot spiced wine is served in the library and guests quietly troop in for their restful cup and either take it to their rooms or sit in the library for awhile.

A sign asks the last person leaving the library at night to please turn off the lamps, and so eventually it becomes dark, only to be awakened by the first early rise who might be up in time to see the moon hanging low over the ocean.  Thursday morning at six AM Carol saw the full moon from the library and said it was the most amazing moon she had ever seen in her life.

In my last photo from this visit on our Friday morning departure, you can see how tall the SBH is, and why the many flights of stairs.  (The daylight basement level where the restaurant resides does not even show here.)

farewell for now

farewell for now

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as we arrive and park

as we arrive and park

front entry...like coming home

front entry…like coming home

in the little garden

in the little entry garden

We took a peek in the room we would have the second night, and Shelley was asnooze on the bed.

Colette room

Colette room

Colette room

Shelley would be barred from the room the next morning because Carol has developed a cat allergy.  Sad for all, because Carol loves cats and Shelley is particularly nice.

She is a delight.

She is a delight.

Down the second floor hall, we checked into our Emily Dickinson room.  My choice of rooms to stay in with a friend had recently expanded when I learned that several rooms without twin or trundle or daybeds do have room for rollaway beds.

Emily’s room

Emily's room

Emily’s room

Emily's room

window

view to the north

view to the north

view to the east

view to the east

The shadow of the SBH is cast over April’s at Nye Beach, where we had dinner the first evening.  We had had every intention of going, on my friend Nancy’s recommendation, to Local Ocean down on the bayfront but already we could not find the desire to go further from the hotel than just across the street.

The next morning Carol left the room very early to read in the third floor library.  It must have been six AM, after a night of insomnia.  (I slept fine, lucky me.)  She kindly let Shelley in and after sitting on my back for awhile, the sweet cat curled up at the bottom of the bed and slept with me till 8:30.

Shelley

my little friend

my little friend

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During our stay, we explored some rooms old and new.  (Over the last couple of years, some of the rooms have been redone with new authors.  This causes some of the regulars worry about what happened to the room journals of the retired rooms, but more on room journals later.)  The unoccupied rooms are left with doors ajar so that they can be appreciated by other guests.

Jane Austen

Jane

Jane Austen

Jane's room is said by many to have the best chair of all the rooms.

Jane’s room is said by many to have the best chair of all the rooms, with a view toward the north.

view from Jane's chair

view from Jane’s chair

J.K. Rowling

I and other guests persist in calling this the Harry Potter room.

JK

potter

desk

potions

I have more photos of this room in an entry about last year’s visit.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Fitz

F Scott

Tanqueray

I read a stack of journals from this room and found that they were particularly bawdy.

Across the hall from F Scott’s room is:

Moon and Sixpence

Moon and Sixpence

This used to be a dorm.  I think it might have been redone as a room for the owner of the hotel when she visits.  The other dorm may still be in operation as Ken Kesey’s Cuckoo’s Nest but I am terribly confused and never saw the door open so did not find out.

Jules Verne

The former Robert Louis Stevenson room has become Jules Verne.  I thought it might appeal to steampunks and indeed found evidence that it is so, both in the room and in the giftshop (where I will take you in my next entry).   It is a dark room but we are told it will get more lighting soon.

the door to Jules Verne

the door to Jules Verne

Carol in the Verne room

Carol in the Verne room

Verne

Verne

spacious bathroom

spacious bathroom

on the ceiling

on the ceiling

dark and mysterious

dark and mysterious

I knew it!

I knew it!

I long to stay in this room because I was fortunate to find, in the fourth floor library, the journals from the old Robert L Stevenson room.  A common theme is how the pipes rush with water (from the showers and flushing toilets of other rooms) that sounds like a waterfall.  Back in 91 or so someone suggested it would make a great “20.000 Leagues Under the Sea” room.

prophetic journal entry

prophetic journal entry

I think that the water sounds would soothe and amuse me.  The room also has an outside deck and entrance and is big enough for a rollaway bed so, next time…

Amy Tan

I took some photos of the then brand new Amy Tan room on my last visit, and here are a few more.

Amy Tan

Amy Tan

Tan

Tan

Tan

Colette

On Thursday morning, because Chez Colette had been empty the night before, we were able to check in early and spent a few hours reading in the Colette room before repairing to the library for more reading.  First, Carol napped.  When she awoke we both agreed to not leave the hotel.  Our plans to go to the bayfront seemed distant and unappealing compared to the quiet peace of the SBH.  It was very much the right decision.

Colette

Colette

by the north window

by the north window

At breakfast we had met a woman named Kelly Paige who is writing a book about the authors of the hotel.  She has stayed in each room on the author’s birthday and had just completed her mission in the Shakespeare room.  Each room received a birthday present and the crystal cat (and a triangular vase with the letter C on it) were Colette’s.

colette

mantle

mantle

Colette

over the daybed

over the daybed

Colette spent much of her later life ill and writing on a bed she called “The Red Raft”.  While it is now covered with a white bedspread, you can see in the photo of two cats above (and in some that I took in 2008) that it used to be red.

Colette

The Colette room has a little deck but it was too cold to sit out there.

the deck

the deck

Thursday night sunset from the "red raft"

Thursday night sunset from the “red raft”

When I awoke Friday morning at 6:30 AM, the ocean view from the window by the daybed was obscured by fog.

6:30 AM

6:30 AM

By 7:50 AM the waves could again be seen.

beach with Sylvia Beach shadow

beach with Sylvia Beach shadow

Because we were checking out, Carol let Shelley into the room and she resumed her favourite spot on the big bed.

Shelley

She looks very much like my cat Mary.

Next…tomorrow? :  The library and the gift shop and the lobby….and the stairs.

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My previous two blog entries were placeholders from my phone.  Not easy!   Here’s the real deal.

On Wednesday, I would like to have taken more photos going down the coast, but we were eager to reach our destination and I did not want to pester Carol to stop for each lovely ocean view.  We did take this photo behind a restroom in, I believe, the Nehalem area:

river view

quite a view from a restroom deck

I found it oddly amusing that the sign was for “WOMAN” and “MEN”.

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a beautiful fence on a side street in the same little town

a beautiful fence on a side street in the same little town

On the way, I looked for a house that I had seen the previous year so that I could get a photo for my Purple House Society page.  I thought it was in Nehalem, and when I did not see it assumed it had been painted or demolished, but in Cloverdale, there it was!

There it is!

There it is!

adorable and memorable

adorable and memorable

It goes back further than you would think, but the backside is not painted purple.

backside of the purple house

backside of the purple house

the view from a deck next door

the view from a deck next door

and next door to that...

and next door to that…

Lincoln City

Lincoln City

On we went, hungry, and Trip Advisor guided me to the Nepali Kitchen in Lincoln City.  In the bleak stretch of stores that seem to go on for miles on the highway through Lincoln City (sorry, but the least charming part of the coast), where even the streetlights are in a hurry and give the pedestrian a 15 second countdown, we found this oasis.   I had eaten there before when it was the Sun Garden Café.

Nepali Kitchen

Nepali Kitchen

Inside we found great ambience, Indian music (with two songs I recognized from Shah Rukh Khan films) and good food.

Nepali Kitchen

Nepali Kitchen

Nepali Kitchen

love

Nepali

The food was delicious.  I have found it rare to be able to get Puri, my favourite Indian bread.  Here, it is the bread of choice.

puri and curry rice

puri and curry rice

by our table

by our table

As with the former Sun Garden café, there is a back patio on which to sit.  If I had remembered that it had a cover, and would therefore be out of the wind, we would have sat there.

covered patio

covered patio

patio

patio

patio

covered patio

As you can tell, I was very taken with this place and wish them great success.

On the road again we passed more gorgeous scenery.  This video tour does a good job of capturing the Oregon coast in just four minutes, and at 1:31 is the view from our destination, The Sylvia Beach Hotel.

For two days I did not leave the hotel except to cross the street to April’s restaurant.  Carol did take a walk through the neighbourhood.  While the weather appeared nice, a strong cold wind blew on the beach and a small craft advisory was up.  And the spell of the hotel is strong.

After leaving the hotel today (Friday), we made it down to the historic bayfront for a morning walk.  If you drove through town and over the Newport bridge, you might think the main drag revealed a town as drab as the Lincoln City highway, but drop to the west into the Nye Beach neighbourhood where the Sylvia Beach resides or, north of the bridge, down to the old bayfront, and you will find several blocks of charmingly ramshackle shops, a marina of interesting fishing boats, and a herd? of sea lions.

Newport Bay

by Newport Bay

Newport

two blocks or more of charmingly ramshackle shops

bait and tackle dog

tavern

I had absolutely no desire to visit the Ripley’s Believe it Or Not museum but I loved the building that houses it, an arcade and a sushi restaurant.  It had the only bayside evidence of landscaping.

Ripley's building

Ripley’s building

Ripley's

The colour scheme of the waterfront buildings appears planned to be cobalt blue.

on the water

on the water

fish plant

fish plant

This was as close as Carol and I got to the Local Ocean restaurant.  We’d intended to take my friend Nancy’s recommendation and eat there…till the SBH worked its wiles on us.

Local Ocean

Local Ocean

We turned our attention to the docks and interpretive signs about fishing.

sleeping in the sun

sleeping in the sun

sign

sign

sign

boats

boats

boats

sign

fishing

sign

Some birds for Mr. Tootlepedal:

gulls

gulls

And a pile of sea lions, whose lives seem to consist of snoozing and squabbling with each other.

sea lion plea

sea lion plea

article

sea lion dock

sea lion dock

the biggest one

the biggest one

sea lion

The pile would not let a solitary one climb aboard.

The pile would not let a solitary one climb aboard.

It swam around with its back flippers up.

It swam around with its back flippers up.

rejected

rejected

It swam to the less populated end of the dock...

It swam to the less populated end of the dock…

and was allowed to climb up.

and was allowed to climb up.

We followed the sea lion viewing with some espresso at a place with a wonderful view.

espresso place

espresso place

And then we headed north.  Carol is a professional driver for Seattle Metro buses.  I would like to note that I feel quite calm while riding with her. For one thing, she never passes just to get ahead and save a few minutes.  This makes the trip very relaxing for me.   We got as far as Wheeler before stopping again for a late lunch at the Tsunami Bar and Grill, recommended on Trip Advisor.  There were two other places we would have loved to try:  Bread and Ocean in Manzanita or Wanda’s Café in Nehalem, but both closed at two, effectively cutting themselves off from most people making a trip from the south coast.  We do not understand this!  It is our woe every time we make the trip.  Happily, we now have a place to stop.  Tsunami had delicious food with a burger/fish n chips side to the menu and a selection of Vietnamese style dishes.

Tsunami Bar and Grill

Tsunami Bar and Grill

From the back deck. I saw a familiar view, almost the same angle as photos I had taken back in ’94 or ’95.

Wheeler

Wheeler

from the Tsunami deck

from the Tsunami deck

The estuary leads to the ocean

The estuary leads to the ocean

Over fifteen years ago, to take photos of the view, I must have stood where Carol stood today.

Carol reading interpretive sign

Carol reading interpretive sign

Closer to home, my mind began to return to work so we stopped at Gearhart’s Back Alley Gardens so I could briefly scope out what was on offer.

At Back Alley

At Back Alley

But before I get back to writing about gardening, I have at the very least two more entries to make about the Sylvia Beach Hotel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Enthralled by SBH

Our big plans to go to Newport harbour came to nought because we could not tear ourselves away from the hotel. We had our delicious breakfast…

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And then checked into the Colette Room.

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Carol had not slept well so took a nap while I read room journals. And then when she awoke we found we had both lost the desire to go out.

My day was consumed by room journals. More on this later, of course. I now have four more to read from the Robert Louis Stevenson room. That room has become Jules Verne but I was thrilled to find the RLS journals in a glass front bookshelf in the fourth floor library.

Two truths and a lie at dinner started discouragingly slow but then worked its magic.

We saw the beginning of sunset from the Tables of Content restaurant. And the more sunset through the gauzy curtains of the Colette room.

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Carol went for an afternoon walk (through the neighborhood as the beach was very windy). I have not put one toe outside today. And I must admit that when I stay here, that’s the way I like it.

And now, more journals to read.

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To the SBH

Here at the Sylvia Beach Hotel, life immediately becomes uncomputerized. So I’ll write more later but meanwhile:
Highlights of the day in pictures.

Beginning with coffee at Olde Towne…

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The drive down the Oregon coast where, in Cloverdale, I got photos of a little house that caught my eye last year.

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Then lunch at wonderful Nepali Cafe in Lincoln City. Many more photos later.

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We passed so much beautiful scenery on our eager way to get to the SBH. And here we are.

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We have the Emily Dickinson room tonight.

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Tomorrow we have the Colette room. The cat Shelly sleeps there tonight.

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I have an enormous stack of room journals to read.

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We spent the early evening in the library. Then dinner across the street. Wind too cold for beach walking.

And in the library it is now night time and time for mulled wine and reading.

This view will greet us tomorrow in Emily’s room.

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Fulfilling our agreement to give our friend Patti a few hours each month, we went to her lovely Seaview garden today with no idea of what gardening tasks she would want done.

Patti's front garden

Patti’s front garden

closer

closer

front garden

front garden before weeding

shady corner

shady corner

Her new dog, Stella, about six (seven?) months old proved to be so friendly and happy that I have several photos that only show part of a dog.

Stella

Stella

Stella

Stella

Stella

Stella

Patti and Stella

Patti and Stella

Patti had her own project in the back garden and wanted advice for what to plant on the curved edge of that bed.  I am now thinking Dianthus would be a good idea.

Turns out Patti had been to the Basket Case Greenhouse and bought three Salvia ‘Hot Lips’, one Verbascum ‘Clementine’. two Agastache rupestris (smells like licorice!) and an Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’.   Allan agreed to plant them in the front garden, a project requiring the removal of a lot of rampant creeping Jenny along the edge of the bed.

Agastache and Eryngium

Agastache and Eryngium

Patti had the great idea that the colour of her new Agastache (Hyssop) would tone very well with the leaves of the Eryngium.

Meanwhile, she asked me to work on the Rose Cottage garden.  The large lot is a mini-compound with two adorable cottages as well as the main house.

Rugosa roses, before

Rugosa roses, before

after

after

Patti wanted the rose hedge lower, so there it is!

Rose Cottage weedy bed before and after

Rose Cottage weedy bed before and after

the adorable Rose Cottage

the adorable Rose Cottage

As I finished up my project, Allan was just planting the last new plant in the front garden.

planting the last plant

planting the last plant

The new plants went into this border.

The new plants went into this border.

My relationship with this garden goes back to 1993 when I met and (in 1994) briefly worked for the woman who then owned the house and who had a gardening business.  I am so pleased that a few years later, the new owner turned out to be a gardener who remade the garden into her own particular paradise, and even more pleased when Patti and I became friends.

Today Patti offered me a baseball cap with the slogan “Official Weed Puller”.  I declined saying that I don’t wear them.  In fact, I have always felt they look silly, even though two women gardeners that I know wear them every gardening day.  She convinced me to try it on so I thought I would wear it for a little while.  Well!!   I have rarely had such a comfortable time working with the sun not in my eyes and….suddenly I am completely sold on baseball caps and am looking online for one that says ‘Plant Manager”, preferably without a marijuana leaf because my specialty is more along the line of ornamental gardening.

one of Patti's maples

one of Patti’s maples

We took the debris from Patti’s roses up to Peninsula Landscape Supply and picked up a yard of Soil Energy to finish yesterday’s  garden bed expansion at the Boreas Inn.  I had the sad feeling that I was not going to have time to get to Andersen’s RV Park to do a bit of weeding that I very much wanted to accomplish.  (Our day had begun with the stress of forgetting something important and having to go back home, and since then everything seemed to take a little longer than I wanted it to.)

one yard of Soil Energy

one yard of Soil Energy

Even though I was right and we ran out of time without ever getting to Andersen’s RV Park, I am pleased enough with the results at the Boreas to call it a satisfactory day.

Boreas innkeeper Susie’s inspiration for this project was that she wanted her garden to look more like mine with really big beds in the lawn.  These two beds are much smaller than mine even now, but I just don’t have time to make huge beds.   Getting the horrid landscape fabric out earlier this spring was a great start and now they can be expanded bit by bit.   I think they are large enough now to be effective.  One of these angles will make for a good before picture after more perennials and some cosmos are added to the beds:

Boreas

Yesterday I dug out sod to make both beds longer. The righthand one used to end at the Buddha.

This bed is at least a foot wider.

This bed is at least a foot wider now.

looking west...I would still like to de-wonkify those two little beds by the arbour!

looking west…I would still like to de-wonkify those two little beds by the arbour!

I added several different Agastaches (my latest fad!), an Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’ (would have done three but am short on them) and just three Nicotiana langsdorfii because I am not sure how they will hold up to the wind.

On the way home we planted three Echinacea ‘Green Envy’ at Larry and Robert’s garden to tone with their pale green house, but I took no more photos as I am preoccupied with my upcoming two night trip.  Allan will be staying home, attending to the deadheading of the Long Beach planters prior to the arrival of Friday guests to the revived Clam Festival.  (If I had known last winter that a big new festival would be in Long Beach this weekend, I probably would not have scheduled my little trip!)  Allan also also fully intends, I am sure, to enjoy having time to himself at home.

I am very anxious about leaving for three days when I have not even gotten as far as putting magnesium sulfate on the roses at Andersen’s, Klipsan Beach Cottages, or my own garden.  I will do my best to put work out of my mind.  (My traveling companion is a dear NGF…non gardening friend….so I won’t be able to stuff the car with plants from nurseries on the way and then schlep them from one room in the hotel to another like I would if I were traveling with a plant nut like Sheila!)

I will also do my best to upload the daily blog, probably briefly, from my phone while I am gone…

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We began today at The Red Barn, our second visit of the year to that little garden of four whiskey barrels and a narrow strip along the fence. I was pleased to see horsewoman Amy, who had earlier in the year asked us if we could do a spring clean up on her own garden. I had foolishly said yes, and then had to back pedal, and found it a big relief today to learn that she had done the weeding herself and wasn’t upset with us for never getting there.

She told us she was not sure whether or not to mow a plant that had spilled out of the garden by the barn. It is a plant that I know to be a weed, but it is so pretty that I would buy it if it were not so rampant.

a gorgeous weed

a gorgeous weed

one of the barrels

one of the barrels

The barrels no longer get red tulips because a cold wind blows across the pasture on them most of the spring and the tulips got all beaten up. We just pulled weeds out today and will plant annuals after Mother’s Day.

The one barrel that is on the sheltered side of the big barn does much better because it is completely sheltered from wind.

the happiest barrel

the happiest barrel

Red Barn still life

Red Barn still life

Crab pots are ubiquitous on this fishing Peninsula and here they are stacked at the Red Barn’s newish outbuilding.

crab pots

crab pots

I like the horsey view all around this job.

looking north

looking north

Next door to the Red Barn fields we checked on Diane’s garden. The new long bed along the road will fill in more later….I could have sworn I had planted pastel poppies in there but there is not a sign of them! Phooey.

new, still rather empty bed

new, still rather empty bed

Thug of the day: Along the edge of the older, corner bed grows this strawberry thingie. I did not plant it. I swear. But I once planted a potentilla to the side of the bed. Is this some kind of sport of that? There is an ornamental strawberry that is a cross between Potentilla and Fragaria…I think.

vigorous edger

vigorous edger

The leaf texture is gorgeous and the white flowers are nice.

the first of many white flowers

the first of many white flowers

However, it does want to run all through the bed. Every year I think we will get it all removed, and we never have time. So why did I bring some starts home and plant in my bogsy woods? I am sure I will regret it….

Mistake of the day: Diane likes pastel colours, and yet…these tulips in one of her pots turned out so bright. I am pretty sure these are ‘Blushing Lady’, the one that started out with a beautiful swirled pointed bud of gentle colour. And now…much too bright!

not very gently blushing

not very gently blushing

'Cummins', a favourite tulip, got wrecked by rain...

‘Cummins’, a favourite tulip, got wrecked by rain…

but 'Cool Crystal' looks good.

but ‘Cool Crystal’ looks good.

I hope Diane’s earlier tulips were successful because the later ones are a disappointment!

The narcissi are allowed to be bright.

The narcissi are allowed to be bright.

Next door to Diane’s are more horses to admire.

The goat and donkey were out of sight today.

The goat and donkey were out of sight today.

I was a horse crazy city girl. My horses were made of china and plastic, but I loved them and books by Walter Farley and Marguerite Henry.

Before we moved on to our next job, we found it advantageous to be at one of those great locations where we can dispose of debris rather than hauling it away.

the joy of dumping debris on the edge of a field

the joy of dumping debris on the edge of a field

Next, Allan planted some Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ at Veterans Field in Long Beach while I deadheaded some planters on the main drag.

on Pacific Way...more brazen Blushing Ladies

on Pacific Way…more brazen Blushing Ladies

Fish Alley with Erysiumum 'Bowles Mauve'

Fish Alley with Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’

I returned to Veterans Field with a treat from Sweet Celebrations: Chocolate Ganache cupcakes.

more elegant than the usual Tiger Paws!

more elegant than the usual Tiger Paws!

We then checked the raised planters on the Bolstadt approach but (joy!) did no ground level weeding except the occasional dandelions. Our weeding job of a few weeks ago had held up reasonably well. I do wish the city crew had time to mulch this long stretch of garden…

beach approach garden, looking east from the end

beach approach garden, looking east from the end

After deadheading at city hall, we tried to drive nonstop through town but had to stop to deadhead unsightly narcissi.

this cannot stand!

this cannot stand!

a fringed tulip basks in the sun

a fringed tulip basks in the sun

Two pink Gauras went into a planter that too-tall sanguisorbas came out of last week…

Allan planting:  I weaseled out of planting by "making a plant list"...

Allan planting: I weaseled out of planting by “making a plant list”…

And then: The Boreas. We had a mission to widen one of the narrow lawn beds because it just has always looked too small.

before

before

end of day

end of day

I had the brainstorm that the two westernmost beds need to be longer as well as wider. Tomorrow we will bring a yard of soil. I had something completely different (some weeding at Andersen’s RV Park) planned for tomorrow afternoon, but this needs to be finished.

Various aches and pains had me hitting the wall at work well before sunset, but at home I did manage to plant nine more Nicotiana langsdorfii and one Verbascum. While planting, I tried not to let myself fret about going out of town while two of the beds still have unweeded horsetail areas.

I should stay home and pull horsetail!

I should stay home and pull horsetail!

While planting down the west side of the garden, I had a thrill. I could see plants of Eremurus (foxtail lily) coming up in a large healthy way. I could never grow them in my old shady garden, and when I planted some in fall of 2011 the results were disappointing. Maybe 2013 will be their year. My friend Sheila grows amazing tall ones in her sunny Oregon garden.

great excitement!

great excitement!

I could see several in the two big beds, east and west. Joy!

By the front steps, the Dicentra scandens vine is getting longer!

yes!

yes!

In other at home garden news:

Epimidium

Epimidium

rhubarb

rhubarb

Persicaria bistorta superba

Persicaria bistorta superba

shade bed...weeded but not trimmed up

partial shade bed…weeded but not trimmed up

new bed next to the bogsy woods

new bed next to the bogsy woods

foreground: my young Salix magnifica

foreground: my young Salix magnifica

ornamental rhubarb

ornamental rhubarb

golden cutleaf elderberry

Sambucus ‘Sutherland Gold’: golden cutleaf elderberry

And finally, one of the hostas that my friend Mary F. gave me when she moved away:

thoughts of a much missed gardening friend...

thoughts of a much missed gardening friend…

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