Saturday, 23 November, 2013
Tomorrow we will get back to some serious bulbing. Enough were planted today to just barely qualify it as a bulbing day! We had many distractions, in particular the monthly Peninsula Cash Mob event which we help organize.
Cash mob came almost first on the schedule. We were distracted on the way by the site of the World’s Largest Dungeness Crab Pot Tree being decorated.
Allan took I both took a photo from this angle; his came out better.
His photo of adding garlands and lights was also better than mine!
Then we arrived at the Don Nisbett Art Gallery.
We felt the startlingly warm and pleasant weather may have gotten in the way of masses of people attending the mob. For such a gorgeous day, it was reasonably successful.
a happy crowd
The idea of cash mob is that just a small purchase helps. Don had set out a number of lower priced things: magnets, cards, tiles, and a special deal on handpainted wine glasses.
Allan asked if Don had ever done a painting of the crab pot tree. One of the cash mobbers found the painting to show us. I loved the way his smile got bigger as I took the photo.
three! This fellow is an expert in invasive plants. The crab pot tree is non invasive.
Don was working on a new painting…
artist at work
But we had to go to work for awhile at the boatyard.
The cosmos were completely done…
Cosmos season officially over!
At the boatyard, we are leaving some architectural stems and dried flowers and seedheads up, at least till midwinter or the next big storm.
There was a horrific amount of creeping sorrel in some areas of the southernmost stretch of the long narrow garden. We did not have time to deal with that today, and the sun’s low angle would have made it hard to weed.
At least we got the cosmos out…and ten Narcissus ‘Fragrant Breeze’ added to the garden, thus helping to qualify this as a “bulb time” day.
Back we went to the Nisbett Gallery, where we saw the painting Don had made: by request, a steam punk crab!
Don with the purchasers, Dee D. and spouse.
Dee D. and her husband told us the steam punk crab had been their idea, for a relative who is very much into it. I suggested they advise him to go to the Jules Verne room at the Sylvia Beach Hotel.
By the way, this is the view right outside Don’s gallery.
We had lunch at the cash mob restaurant of the day, OleBob’s Galley, just a few doors to the west.
my delicious crab cake lunch and some purchases of Don’s art magnets.
For years, I thought the restaurant was pronounced Ole Bob’s (like Old Bob) till I learned it was named after two fishermen friends, Ole (pronounced Olee) and Bob, the latter being the dad of the people who own the restaurant now.
Ole and Bob
Their boat, the OLE BOB.
While we were dining, Allan (who was seated facing the water view) said “Dog!” As in, Dog Alert! I looked and saw the most amazing dog walking by and had to leave my meal to go meet him.
a Caucasian Ovtcharka!
The enormous Caucasian Ovtcharka (a breed I had never heard of) was tail wagging and pettable and had exceptionally soft fur.
As I finished my crab cakes, I worried a bit that not many cash mob diners had gone to OleBob’s. The weather had just been too fine, I think. I hope some locals do a belated cash mob lunch there next week. (They will be open only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday due to Thanksgiving. And I think they are open on Sundays.)
We also stopped it at Time Enough Books, my favourite bookstore, which happens to be between OleBob’s and Nisbett Gallery.
Time Enough Books
Owner Karla told us that for $200, any local citizen can sponsor a boat to be decorated for the lighted boat parade (this year on December 7) and of the $200, $100 will be donated to the Ilwaco High School music program. The students will decorate (and undecorate) the boat.
Back at Don’s gallery to take a few more photos for the cash mob page, we saw our friend Robbie, who as a “Critter Sitter” had also been impressed with the big dog and had taken his photo. I’m hoping she will send it to me as it is better than mine.
Our friend Robbie who has a Critter Sitter business bought this wine glass with dogs.
Robbie’s photo of me on photo detail, mainly to show the little camera behind most of this blog.
I got the classic photo of cash going over the counter:
Allan and Jenna
North of the parking lot after leaving the gallery, the sunlight cast an intense tree shadow on a green house at the south end of Myrtle Avenue.
And then we were on our way to work, or so we planned. First we needed to stop at home (just a couple of blocks away) and pick up some fresh caught crab at the house of our neighbours Jeff and Mary. Then I saw that New Judy’s front door was open and called out to our new neighbour, who had just moved in, and offered her some crab. She was most pleased. Soon Our Judy heard us talking and came over and the four of us had a good natter. Allan was getting restless about work, while I adopted my new philosophy that many things are more important than work (if one has the luxury of having enough money to get through the winter).
With only two hours of daylight left, we finally got back into work mode and headed to The Depot Restaurant to pull their dead cosmos.
They’re not only merely dead, they’re really most sincerely dead.
We planted some ‘Akebono’ tulips and some ‘Fragrant Breeze’ narcissi and cut back the Persicaria that had gone to mush.
All it needs is some cow fiber to be put to bed for the winter.
I do think that in the kitchen garden, the rosemary are greening up after being given a tonic of Ironsafe and Lime.
And yet two are still quite brown. The only other tonic I can think of is to add some magnesium sulfate (epsom salts).
middle one greening up but flanked by two small browned off ones
It’s a mystery. If I had more time, I would get the soil tested. It is Soil Energy, which has always been just fine for rosemary, on top of whatever old soil was in there. I am thinking maybe the sprinkler system was on too much this past summer.
After the Depot we went to the Anchorage Cottages and cleared all the frosted annuals out of the windowboxes and containers. The hardy fuchsias were all hit hard. That makes me sad, as they often bloom into December.
I refuse to cut them back even though they look dead because I want them to be tall next year. Next on the agenda for this job is a nice layer of mulch; the soil has lacked this for at least two years and is looking sandy grey and paltry.
Ten more Narcissus ‘Fragrant Breeze’ and I have almost dealt with that package of fifty that I’d forgotten to count!
We closed the day back at the port where I planted an Oriental poppy in the garden by Queen La De Da’s Art Castle and Allan dumped out and arranged a bag of white marble rocks we had gotten Jenna for her belated birthday.
The Queen’s garden glowing in the dusk.
Just to the north, crab pots in the parking lot
Of course, I had to walk around to the other side of Jenna’s shop to see the sunset colours in the water.
Jessie’s Ilwaco Fish Company
I was standing on the upper dock so could not back up enough to get the sky into this horizontal shot, so….
and here is another composition with Christmas lights on the railing:
The temperature at sunset was still crazily balmy.
At home, I ate some of the crab from Jeff and Mary right over the sink and found it awfully hard to save any for dinner later on! Then processed and uploaded the cash mob photos to the Facebook page and, of course, blogged.
Meanwhile, Allan went down the street and snagged a blue wading pool that had been set in a “free” pile outside the house of someone who is moving. It will be perfect to set plants in, with the pots in shallow water, when waiting to plant them during next year’s annuals season. Thanks to Sheila for this tip; I have awaiting the arrival of a free wading pool for quite some time. Although it has a pinhole leak or two, as one might expect from something salvaged from a “free” (read “junk”) pile, Allan has some goop that will fix it.
Tomorrow should be a SERIOUS bulb day. I have a huge order sorted for the A Frame (part of Klipsan Beach Cottages) and am hoping to also get a smaller but still substantial batch planted way up north in Marilyn’s garden.
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