Wednesday, 23 February 2016
Before leaving for work, I received this lovely photo of the Wiegard Gallery garden.
Meanwhile, at home:
We began just a few blocks east at Mayor Mike’s garden.
Port of Ilwaco
The big plan for today was to do a few more curbside gardens along Howerton Way, finish there by 3 o clock, hightail it up to Long Beach and weed and clip the two “little popouts”, dump debris and then get some mulch moved to Fifth Street Park. Har de har. It was but a dream….
Gardeners know that some ornamental grasses get cut back and some just get combed out. How do we know the difference? We just do.
I grumble to myself when I weed the garden by a cannery, because of the dang blang landscape fabric ineffectively covered with bark. The cannery owners chose and prune the escallonias. One of these days, me and a good pair of scissors might have to remove that fabric. Mulching it with a thick coat of gravel would have worked better.
A drizzle began. “WHAT??” said I, “It was supposed to not rain after 10 AM!”
I asked Allan to get a photo of the Top Cat. (Another boat in the marina is named the Fat Cat and is famous for having been stolen by the Barefoot Bandit).
By 3:15, after finishing three more curbside beds, I realized we were NOT going to get to Long Beach in time to accomplish the mulching of the park garden. Instead, I decided we could finish the west end curbside beds and then we could at least cross the Howerton Way gardens off the work board.
We dug out some Elagrostis curvula (“weeping love grass”) that was pitiful looking because of last summer’s drought. This year, this particular bed will be my NO WATER test garden since it’s the one where the adjacent business will not allow us hose access. We are tired of hooking up three hoses from the port dock to water this one, and so it will become an interesting Beth Chatto-esque drought test rather than asking the port crew to run a hose line for us here. I wouldn’t want to go that way on all of the beds, because a drought garden does tend to look dusty and tired in a long dry spell, especially with our salty sea wind. The many businesses who like having a more spectacular garden can have the more exciting plants. In fact, I moved a couple of plants out of this garden down to the Time Enough Books garden today.
Back when that particular building was occupied by our dear friend Queen La De Da’s art studio, I had planted some extra special plants in that garden.
We barely finished by dark!
This old doggie was catching up to her guy, who had turned back to wait for her.
Then I got to pet her. What a sweet heart. Her name is Brandy, she is 16, and a fine girl indeed; her guy has had her since she was small enough to fit into his hand.
A day spent stepping back and forth over the curb into and out of the gardens had made my knee thoroughly seize up by dusk, and I had a time bending it enough to seat myself in the van. For a few minutes of my leg being locked straight and refusing to bend, I wondered if I was going to make it home (because I doubt I could have walked it, either.)
I did manage to get into the van eventually, and at home was able to cross two things off the work board, and add one (mulching Mike’s).So tomorrow, supposedly a sunny day, I am determined to do the little pop out gardens and one section of beach approach garden in Long Beach (at least cutting back the roses) and mulch Fifth Street Park. And yet we must get home in time to mow the lawn before rain returns. Again I may be living just in hope.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries, two decades ago
1995 (age 70):
Feb 24: Continued sieving compost. Now one half of compost box is sieved so I placed board in center and have 1/2 box filled 1/2 deep of lovely sieved compost. Only have about 1/4 of box left to sieve. There are hundreds of worms which I’ll toss back into box when its empty. I am throwing the coarse stuff out into garden area to be tilled in when it’s dry enough to till.
1998 (age 73)
Feb 24: 12:30-4:30 Sunny and cool. I finished sawing the branches next to shop and the ones Skyler pulled over to the “raspberry” path. I got all the cut firewood into the shed and raked the area. I also moved some of the pieces that Don [a neighbour] put into the wood box so I could close the lid. Next chore will be to clean up the patio area and “under Bruce’s window” [her husband who died in 1995]. After that maybe later this week I’ll start bringing up the new wood.