Speaking of yesterday’s theme of memory, I forgot to put in these photos that Allan took while running errands yesterday. I’ve added them to the post and here is a reprise, for those who have already read it.
Friday, 14 November 2014
The weather looked ever so slightly ominous because my south window view showed a frozen water box this morning.
I walked out to feel the air and was pleased to find it surprisingly warm.
I was excited to see the sun coleus had gone down, as I was hoping the annuals in the whiskey barrels at our job called Casa Pacifica would be done, as well.
We had 197 bulbs to plant at Casa Pacifica, a private garden just to the east of the peninsula. Upon entry we saw a reminder of why we don’t work in high wind.
Maddeningly, the whiskey barrel annuals still look perky. The problem is that we wrap this garden up on bulb planting day and don’t come back till early spring. The microclimate at Casa Pacifica must be milder than any of our other jobs. If there is a hard frost, that would leave the annuals look pretty awful all winter long. Once we have started our staycation, we don’t want to emerge from it to pull annuals.
As always when we arrive, my good friend Dusty hopefully grabbed a stick…
and ran around and around.
I know that if I start throwing a stick for him he will become a mad thing and I won’t be able to get any work done. After awhile, he gives up on the stick idea and peaceably follows me all around while I work. I can often rest my hand on his head as a I walk along the garden.
The shy dog, Darcy, made herself scarce today.
Allan planted lots of narcissi, tulips, some alliums, and some free corms of my Gladiolus papilio atop the rock wall.
The rest of the narcissi we planted along the driveway in hope of a good show.
Oh, and Leanne got two peonies, because she likes them: Raspberry Sundae and Coral Sunset.
Last time we worked here, perhaps because she is getting so slow, the Great Dane, Spook, finally let me pet her after years of wooing. After work today, she was completely open to the idea of being petted, but it turned out the Dusty was just a bit jealous!
I gave Allan my camera and walked around to the other side of the deck.
Finally, Dusty relented for a moment and let me have a few moments of alone time with Spook.
I was ecstatic, having tried to win this ancient Dane over ever since we started this job several years ago.
Allan took a few more photos with my camera:
And then off we went to plant bulbs in the Long Beach welcome sign.
The Long Beach welcome sign garden gets red and yellow tulips on the front side and pink and white tulips on the back. First, we had to pull the annuals whether they were done or not!
I spent considerable time pulling horsetail roots out, much good it will do. They come up from the ground underneath the open bottomed planting bed. They are the little scrimmy airy kind of horsetail so get pretty well hidden when the annuals fill in, but will be a real pest during tulip time.
If it had not been for the need to get home before dark to mow the lawn while its dry, I would have strongly wished I’d brought bulbs to start planting the street planters. We needed a project for another hour so we decided to dig out one of the two or three planters that we are re-doing this fall.
Certain planters, dating back to having been planted by volunteers, have annoying invasive plants that lead to a monoculture of boredom. Allan tackled the one by Lewis and Clark square that is full of a once blooming rather dull cranesbill geranium. With a tidier looking leaf than the dreaded ‘A.T. Johnson’, it still has not got enough “bang for the buck” as our friend Jo would say.
We know there are still some roots in there, and we will have to watch for geranium coming back; the other planter or two that we will redo have even fiercer plants and will need lots more soil taken out.
Meanwhile, I trimmed up the big Lewis and Clark Square planter.
I was thrilled to see in Long Beach that many annuals have turned to black, so tomorrow when we start bulbing the planters, we can mostly clean them out at the same time.
Back in our little town, Allan dropped me off at the light and went home to mow the lawn while I checked the street planters for dead annuals.
The soil was starting to freeze, as was I, and as the sun went down over the hill I wished I had my jacket with me.
I saw lots of trash along the curb and decided that on my way home I would begin my new volunteer trash pickerupper plan.
I dumped the trash in a business’s wheelie bin and headed toward home. On the way, I started to fill my bucket with more garbage.
Why would a business not pick that stuff up? The problem is that there are trash cans only at First and Spruce, and the other blocks have nowhere for people to divest themselves of debris. (But why a shoe?)
Turning east on Main Street (a quiet three block long stretch, not Main at all), I passed the colony of feral cats. Someone feeds them, and I think they were all waiting for dinner.
In a two block walk between the post office and our house, I picked up more than half a bucket of garbage, including a nasty dirty nappie that had blown out of a garbage can and had been sitting near our house for two days. I just do not get why no one had picked it up. At first, I rebelled and thought “I am NOT picking up a dirty diaper.” But one must say if not us, who, and if not now, when, so I carried it home held in the grasp of my garden clippers.
I think this new volunteer plan is going to be productive and satisfying.
Allan was just finishing up a lovely mowing job, and then I took the mower and mowed Nora’s front lawn. I thought afterwards that I would not be able to mow for a living anymore. Whew, just a little lawn like that wore me out.
While I had been out and about in Ilwaco, J9 had come by to pick up some tulip bulbs, some garlic cloves, and to dig some potatoes. She found one heck of a spud.
Tonight, we have an episode of the always thrilling Grimm (created by one of the writers for Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, my two favourite shows of all time). And True Blood, the final episode of season 6. No, I don’t fall for any old vampire stuff, as I am not into L’Estat or those glittery ones.
I decided awhile back to ‘fess up in this blog to telly watching, as it counters the silly idea that we lead some sort of ideal, glowing, and high minded lifestyle of gardening and literature.
Taking Casa Pacifica (the Sass garden) off the of the work board in BOTH fall clean up and bulbs leaves just Long Beach in those two categories. MOST satisfying. Then we will have a couple of projects and the post frost run around to check on all the other jobs and THEN it will be staycation time.