Friday, 28 February 2014
The days are supposed to seem shorter as we age. That seems to only apply to staycation days, while lately workdays have seemed very long. This has been a good thing when I marvel at how much work we get done in a few hours, but today it was tedious when I hit the wall in late afternoon.
The day started well enough. Here’s a not good photo of the line of crocuses that meanders through our front garden from west to east. I don’t have many more days to manage to get the successful photo that I envision!
Our first task: to drive to the Long Beach transfer station and divest ourselves of yesterday’s debris.
On the way to Andersen’s RV Park to work, we stopped at The Basket Case Nursery for a visit. Although they are not officially open yet (maybe next week!), we bought some violas for Long Beach and The Anchorage.
At Andersen’s, Narcissi were showing colour by Payson Hall (due to the reflected heat from the warm south wall, I suppose, as in the rest of the garden they are still just in bud). Violas would be so nice here, if only the deer would not eat them.
The weather felt so hot (65 degrees!) that I had to put on a cotton summer shirt and was so glad I had brought it with me.
While I weeded here and there in a scattered manner focusing on where RVing guests were most likely to be on a clamming weekend …by the clam cleaning shed and along the garden on the way to the clam cleaning shed…Allan tackled the corner of the garden shed garden that we had not gotten done last November.
He removed some weed infested Siberian Iris and Bergenia that date back to before I took on the Andersen’s job (pre 2007 at least). I had divided them once or twice along the way but have lately come to the conclusion that they don’t bloom long enough for a tourism-related garden. I do still have some by the Fifth Street Park pond in Long Beach (and in private gardens).
Andersen’s has a new staff puppy!! Maisie is 8 weeks old, a Schnauzer-mini-poodle mix, will get to be about 12 lbs, and is a real squirmer so that it was a challenge to get a photo.
I told her (in baby talk of course) that she is going to be my friend and she will see me every week.
In midafternoon, we headed south and stopped at The Anchorage to do a bit of weeding, plant thirteen violas, and rejoice that the staff had cut back the pampas grass. We are thrilled to not have to do it, and the task provided some extra income for the cleaning crew.
Next, on to Long Beach, where we cut down an ugly resprouted tree on the big pop out garden and then did a check up on the Bolstadt Beach approach planters.
Of two planters with bright white crocus displays, this one is the memorial planter for Lisa Bonney, a beloved local woman who was killed by her estranged boyfriend out here on the beach approach in front of many witnesses.
I thought at the time that I’d never be able to work the beach approach gardens again without brooding about her and about domestic violence in general. I still think of her every time, but the flowers in the planter give comfort to me and I hope to her friends and family.
The community has organized an annual beach run in her memory.
Moving on down the thirteen garden sections of the long narrow garden, I gazed with resignation and gloom upon the matts of weeds.
Soon I know we will have to spend a whole week of days bent over weeding this stretch…and as with every year, I will complain of my misery.
The crocuses are nice, though. The bulbs along this whole garden have dwindled and I should plant more come fall.
Four of the downtown planters got violas, including some blue and white ones by Home at the Beach gift shop and some purple and yellow ones in one of the planters we had almost completely cleared of vinca last fall.
Around the time of planting those violas, the afternoon went pear shaped for me. A car with two friends pulled up next to me and they said hi, and I was so contorted and focused on the job I could barely turn my head to look. My left big toe had started to hurt, and then my right calf, and then I started checking my watch to see how much more must I endure. Another hour at least…
The planters which were redone and planted with crocus several years ago now have excellent displays.
We worked our way down the last two blocks, weeding, cutting back some Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ and Santolinas that I’d skipped last time we worked through town, cutting back some Rusgosa roses that have maddeningly appeared under a street tree, and so on. I kept “hitting the wall” but seeing more weeds, leading to much reneging on the statement of “That’s it, we are DONE.” I was momentarily cheered when Allan showed me an intriguing note he had found in a parking spot.
Finally at dusk we gave in and drove home, detouring to look at the boatyard and Howerton Street gardens to see if many narcisis were in bloom yet (not). At the south end of the boatyard, I saw a very low tide, inspiring a stop to take some photos.
Allan boldly went down a steep slope to the slippery rock beach and got some photo angles we’ve never seen before.
Our drive home via the Howerton Way gardens revealed a few more ornamental grasses that need to be cut back. However, we have decided to take a couple of days off (I almost wrote weeks, such wishful thinking!). I have a feeling the knowledge of those grasses still being tall is going to bother me.
I got my shoe off to soothe my (gouty??) toe and then had to go back outside to look at a sunset that suddenly glowed with a lovely pinkness to the south.
The spring peepers frog chorus was deafening. I took a little video with my phone and if you don’t mind going to Facebook, you might be able to watch it here. When I get to the edge of the ditch that is called the meander line, between the bogsy wood and the port parking lots to our south, the frogs closest to me stop croaking while the ones further away keep at it. I could see them swimming around in the almost dark puddle.