Friday, 16 October 2015
Although I felt a distinct lack of energy on the first day off, I did apply myself to removing some salmonberry roots from the bogsy woods. You probably won’t even be able to tell the difference between before and after unless you look quite carefully.
Some of the salmonberry removal is just the cheating of cutting it to ground level as it is so wrapped around the roots of the alder trees.
Allan went out to Roots to acquire a salad for our evening meal.
at Roots Juice, Salad and Java Bar in downtown Ilwaco
After more mostly ineffectual garden puttering, evening arrived and we had a campfire.
Gazing into the fire can mesmerize us for an evening.
I just love poking the fire with a stick.
Smokey sitting on his own chair. (Allan’s photo)
After sausages cooked on campfire forks comes the ritual roasting of buttered, salted corn wrapped in foil.
the lights of the port buildings, foggy glow from boats’ lights, and to the far right the bright windows of Salt Hotel
Then Allan kindly did the paperwork for me for the sale of a photo to Rodale Press. An author found said photo on this very blog. I said to Allan I would give him half the money if he would just sort out the paperwork for me, and he brought it to me all ready to sign, even marked with a sticky note and an arrow in the signature place, and he walked to the post office so it would go out in tomorrow morning’s mail.
With our 11 PM viewing of The Amazing Race on telly, we had our salad from Roots. The generous portion filled two dinner plates.
Peaches, apples, pears, feta, and slivered almonds on spring and Romaine lettuce with pear gorgonzola dressing
Saturday, 17 October 2015
Saturday turned out to be a social day, a good excuse for not doing much weeding. Our Kathleen arrived first for a visit. Allan brought in a salamander to show us.
A bit later, Steve of the Bayside Garden arrived to collect some of the alstroemeria that I had dug up last week. (Kathleen and I both warned him of its aggressive nature. He has room for such a thug.) Of course, we all took a garden tour.
Kathleen, Steve, and me
Smokey kept close to us. (Allan’s photo)
Onyx came to visit from the Starvation Alley house next door. (Allan’s photo)
I demonstrated that the berries of Leycesteria formosa taste like burnt caramel. Steve agreed.
I told him how hard it is to edit salmonberries out of the bogsy woods. He said he and John prevailed in his garden by going well down into the ground with a pick. I’m just not sure I can find the energy so I always use the excuse that I like to leave part of the garden wild (even though I would really love to cultivate every last inch).
sorting out some alstroemeria roots for Steve
I asked the usual question of our guests on whether or not I should turn the paths outside the fence to gravel instead of lawn. Steve likes the lawn. The dilemma continues. I may dither well through winter, or even for years.
Allan had his own project for the late afternoon:
Allan’s photo: He was working on a trellis project but ran out of purple paint. It will be sawed out of this broken fence piece we were given by Denny of Klipsan Beach Cottages.
We decided it was time to start lighting our Halloween lights. (Allan’s photo)
In the evening, we left the property (!!) to go to a concert at the Sou’wester Lodge. There may be more of this with the shorter days of autumn and winter. I feel that having had a couple of almost completely successful, long, not-leaving-the-property weekends, I am more open now to short excursions.
On the way, we photographed the Halloween display at Griffin Gallery.
At The Sou’wester
vintage rental trailers at the Sou’wester
Allan’s photo: The trailer on the left is the one I lived in from late December ’92 to April ’93
south side of the lodge and one of the trailers
in the living room: LPs and a display rack showing which one is playing
chatting with owner Thandi Rosenbaum (Allan’s photo)
trailer photos on the wall (Allan’s photo)
Vivek’s music was extra quiet and sad that night; he said he usually stands to play and is not perhaps quite as somber. At one point he asked, “Are you ok with this kind of mood?” and an audience member responded, “Yeah, go darker!”
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Allan went shopping across the river. I embarked on the project of shifting the debris pile outside the deer fence. It’s not the most necessary project. Yesterday, I could only explain to Steve and Kathleen that the big messy pile is a throwback to my grandmother’s compost pile; she composted all plant material and the humusy smell of her compost pile was a pleasure to me as a child. I end up with lots more debris and am selective, avoiding most weeds and any diseased foliage.
the work area of the garden, next to Nora’s driveway
While Nora was alive, I made this a flower area for her to enjoy. Now there is no one to see it most of the time but me and Allan. This is the area where I keep dithering about whether or not to turn the paths to gravel. Guests and readers mostly vote for lawn (even though it is brown and dormant in summer in this spot).
after, the pile shifted to one end, with two wheelbarrows of good soil moved to the inner garden.
I disturbed several frogs.
Growing potatoes in the debris pile proved to be successful, with more left to harvest from the bottom layer.
today’s harvest: red fingerling and Yukon Gold
I had way too many potatoes for us but over the following few days, gave some to our neighbour to the east, Jessika, and our neighbour across the street, Terry, and will be delivering some to Garden Tour Nancy and to Melissa and Dave. While giving away potatoes to the neighbors we heard that there had been a mother bear and her two cubs next door in their tree. A porcupine had also been sighted on the lawn across the street.
Allan returned with purple paint (and a necessary cord for a computer problem he’d been having) and finished his trellis project.
Allan’s photo: He completed filling in the empty space on the west garage wall.
Monday, 19 October 2015
I had so been hoping for the predicted rainy reading day, as I wished to simply sit and read Anne Hillerman’s Rock with Wings, a Navajo mystery in the style of her father, Tony Hillerman. That was not to be. The weather was misty, dampish, but gardenable.
The garden looked autumnal again, even though Allan had mowed on Friday.
Today’s project, after some light weeding here and there: Move much of the strawberry bed to enable an extension of the scree garden all around the boat.
before: 1:50 PM.
I discarded the center strawberries with big thick roots…
and transplanted the offshoots into containers behind the garage and along an edge of the newly cleared debris pile
I also made a planter of strawberry plants for neighbour Jessika (of Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm) to plant in her garden, even heeling them into the long narrow plastic container with some soil. That’s significantly nicer than giving away plants because I am something of a soil hoarder.
This segued into cleaning out the tomato and pepper plants from the greenhouse and dumping the old potting soil into the future scree bed.
the last of the tomatoes and peppers
THAT segued into moving some potted tender plants into the greenhouse: scented geraniums, a Salvia laciniatum, a couple of agaves, and more. Allan helped me shift the biggest ones. With the mild winter predicted, quite possibly they all could have stayed outdoors.
a possibly unnecessary move into the greenhouse
Several passion flowers still bloom on the arbour near the greenhouse.
the very last sweet pea pickings
The drizzly day had not even required the putting on of a rain jacket. At the end, I walked back to the bogsy woods.
lots of good shade garden colour for late October (pulmonaria and hardy fuchsias)
a hardy fuchsia with delicate flowers
creeping buttercup creeping back on the edge of the swale!
ten minutes later
a welcome sight: some water in the meander line ditch
In the last two hours before dark, Allan went to the Ilwaco Community Building to plant some hellebore and cyclamen starts given us by Our Kathleen. They were slated for Golden Sands but I decided to divide them among our two jobs where we have little budget for plants.
little babies going into the ground
and some more Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ added
and then he made cookies! (Allan’s photos)
Tomorrow: back to work, because we are taking Wednesday off for a garden lecture (me) and boating (Allan).
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