Sunday, 27 March 2016
I slept till all hours, getting a good nine hours. If I lived alone, I think it would have been more like 11 but it’s embarrassing to sleep well into the afternoon. A medium strong gusty wind and rain would have prevented work till after noon anyway. Allan suggested he go to his own particular gardening job and I thought I might weed in my own garden.
Ilwaco Community Building
Although I advise and sometimes help out, Allan has taken on this garden for the past year as his own project.
Meanwhile, at home:
I went out, intending to weed in the front garden out of the wind, only to find the cold wind was everywhere.
I had opened a late birthday present from dear absent friend Sharon, and I placed something from it out in the garden. I can’t show you a photo yet because I want to see if Allan notices it.
That was about all I accomplished except for a few photos before the wind and a rain squall sent me back indoors.
If I walked by, I would stop and stare into this garden…and often from the window, I see people doing just that.
I walked just as far as the back patio, no further near the trees because of the wind.
I took a panorama, although it looks a little tilted in the middle. I’ll do better next time:
With the rain and the lure of two almost overdue library books, I was happy to go back indoors. Even when the rain stopped again, and the sun was out, the sound of the gusty wind soothed my non-weeding guilt. I had some deep, intellectual reading to do:
Calvin is always noticeable as a lap sitter because he makes himself heavier than the other cats and his feet are hard and pokey unlike the soft paws of other kitties.
After the quick read of the Star Wars prequel (not bad at all!), I considered every photo in Bystander, a book about street photography that was heavy with text that did not much appeal to me. Now both can go back to the library before becoming overdue.
I turned next to a book that I had recently purchased, having been reminded of it by someone quoting one of my favourite passages about gardening: “People go through five stages of gardening. They begin by liking flowers, progress to flowering shrubs, then autumn foliage and berries; next they go for leaves, and then the undersides of leaves.”
Here is the entire passage:
That reminds me of a cherished tiny bun of a dianthus that grows in the Wiegardt Gallery garden:
It has the tiniest, drabbest little flowers but oh how I loved it. I tried to move a little piece to my garden; it did not take.
Getting enough sleep (for a change) and reading three books (well…two…because just looking at the pictures in Bystander did not count) made for an excellent day. Knowing some work got done (not by me) made it even better.
I’ve added a new scrapbook post over on my Grandma blog.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1995 (age 70):
March 27: Planted new Stark Bros strawberries. They really looked good from being put in straight mushroom compost.
1997 (age 72):
March 27: Planted seeds—cabbages, leeks, more peppers in 50 cell tray. Tomatoes in one of the APS trays are big enough to transplant into pots. I’ll wait till its warm enough to do it outside. Ditto with sprouted begonias.
1998 (age 73):
March 27: I have been waking up with morning headaches lately but today it was a migraine. I stayed in bed most of the day. By late afternoon I felt ok. [She had suffered terribly from migraines 2-3 times a month till she was over 60 years old, when they became just occasional.]