Thursday, 26 November 2015
I woke at 7:30 to a heavy frost covering the garden, still too dark to take photos of it even if I felt like getting that cold. So I fretted for awhile about the need to go out and do some post-frost clean up in Long Beach. When Allan arose, he had to make pies for tonight’s potluck before we could go out and work; the work part came as rather a shock to him as he had had no warning of it other than the “post frost clean up” list on the work board.
After the pies were out of the oven, we emerged from staycation to do the post frost clean up in Long Beach.
When I clipped back the foliage of California poppies in front of The Hungry Harbor Grille, even though the leaves still looked pretty fine, the owner came out and said thank you. This validated my opinion that most people like to see planters looking tidy now instead of having old foliage hanging on till a frost hard enough to turn it black comes along.
Also I just can’t keep coming out and checking on planters every time there is a frost. It is time to be done.
But first, we cleaned up the Ilwaco planters.
As dusk approached, we limbed up some of the street trees at the intersection of Main and First. I was especially pleased to make the sign for the Portside Café more visible (and just wish I had taken before and after photos as it was not showing at all from this direction before).
We had only a half hour turn around time before going out again to the potluck Thanksgiving dinner at…
Kathleen’s curried carrot salad with raisins was so good (and I usually don’t like raisins) that I made a note of her recipe:
Later, we all adjourned to the warmer living room in the lodge for an array of desserts. I managed to get a video (still dark ish) that shows the motion of that sign that I love.
Thandi’s mother made several desserts including baklava and Turkish delight.
Friday, 27 November 2015
Today’s excursion to the Peninsula Art Association Studio Tour will be a separate post, tomorrow.
At home after the studio tour: Only two frost clean ups and one go-round with bulbs (and Allan’s mulching of the library/community building garden) stands between us and true staycation.
At 7:30, we were off again to an event I’d been looking forward to for a couple of months:
The Skinks (are the Village Green Preservation Society) at the Sou’wester
WE are the Village Green Preservation Society so that song is one of my favourites. Can one song be my favourite ever? I deeply regret having forgotten that my camera takes a few seconds to set up for a movie, so I missed the all important first few words on the following clip that does get across how well The Skinks captured the chugging, clunky, proto-punk, endearing sound of the Kinks.
God save the village green!
from the song Village Green by the Kinks (from the same album):
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple….
And I will return there….
And we’ll sip tea, laugh,
And talk about the village green.
We will laugh and talk about the village green.
It’s not often that a much anticipated event lives up to one’s expectation. This evening was one of the those times.