If you wade through a bit about gardening, you’ll get to the vintage trailers. I have divided the day into three parts to give The Wiegardt Gallery its own entry. Now, in the late afternoon, we moved on north to Marilyn’s garden in Surfside. There we found, just as we did at Klipsan Beach Cottages earlier in the day, a big wind flop: a giant Miscanthus laid out over the top of Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ and a blue globe thistle.
All I could do is trim the ends off; there is no amount of tying or staking that will make this grass be what it should be now. All these problems are due to the very unusually strong winds we have had this June; old timers agree that the wind has been extreme for this time of year, several days with 29 mph, not the usual thing for June.
The edges where we had to repair the garden after the round up damage (not caused by us; we don’t use the stuff) are starting to look more natural.
Heading south again, we stopped at Oman Builders Supply to do some deadheading of the Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’; there are three big ones so I said “Let’s just get 20 deadheads off of each and that’ll be good enough,” and it was.
I was anxious to get on to the piece de resistance of our day: a look at the Sisters on the Fly vintage trailers at Andersen’s TV Park, where we had spend extra time making the gardens look perfect.
I had a few blue scaveoola plants to add to the pots by the front of the office, so that was our excuse. Lorna was beaming with pleasure that the group had all checked in; as we approached, one of the sisters complimented her on the speech she had made about the history of the park (which was owned and developed by Lorna’s father). Al told us that the trailers would look better the next day because some had just checked in and and they might not all be fully set up yet. I knew our schedule might not permit us to come back Thursday or Friday. I said we would look now and would go out the back door of the office “so it looks like we work here.”
It is probably a good thing that I am posting this about two days after the fact, because it turns out that the Sisters do not want people coming from outside to view the trailers….not to be unfriendly, but they have had hundreds of lookers when the word gets out. The hubbub interferes with their pleasant vacation time, and the lookers want to see the insides of the trailers as well. That would be fun as the insides are said to be highly decorative, but I would never dream of asking.
So…here is what we saw. A big tent was set up next to Payson Hall where the group had had dinner. We kept getting asked by various Sisters returning from their communal dinner “Are you looking for someone?” and I kept invoking the “We’re the gardeners!” clause. I sort of felt like I shouldn’t be taking photos, like I was seriously intruding on a private place…but I just had to because I want to remember these cute RVs. I could not stand and gawk but I can gawk now at the photos. Because I felt we were intruding and really should not walk right into the campsites, I used telephoto to get some decoration details to look at closely later
The light was not perfect for photos, as often happens in the course of our day, but we made do.
All the RV park guest restrooms had been turned into women’s for the occasion.
Most trailers are outlined with lights. Park staffer Rob had plants to get some photos of them lit up and dusk; these might eventually appear on the Andersen’s website.
My favourite was at the end of the park by the dunes. I loved the quotations written all over it, similar to the way that I write gardening quotations right on my house. It’s pretty punk rock, and the quotation “I aim to misbehave” is straight out of Joss Whedon’s Firefly.
I had an excuse to walk all the way down to the end of the park…I wanted a photo of the excellent sign offering a tootsie pop to children who help clean up the beach.
Just over the dune from Andersen’s RV Park, you’ll find the beach. We hope Sisters on the Fly had a wonderful time there!
Our day was not over; we went on to plant some sedums in the whiskey barrels in Fish Alley, but I will leave you to linger here over the lovely trailers.