Thursday, 7 April 2016
I was so determined to finish the beach approach today that I scheduled nothing else beforehand. We went straight out to the Bolstad beach approach garden except for one brief stop to get photos of the welcome sign garden (in case something bad happened to the tulips before the next day, like a browsing deer or a human standing in there to get a photo taken.)
. I knew from the start that the unusual heat…82.9!…would make it challenging out on the beach approach. Just this once, I hoped for some wind (not too much).
It was SOO hot that I thought I was gonna plotz. I put a cold bandanna around my neck, a cold bandanna peasant style over my head, and a cold bandanna on each wrist (soaked in cold water).
Then I poured cold water over my head from a jug every now and then.
Jessika grew up in Tennessee and thinks we are very dramatic about “hot” weather here. When she walked back, there I was dramatically pouring cold water over my head again.
The passersby were frequent today because of spring break, with the oft repeated comment “You can come to my garden next”. One fellow offered us $20 an hour to drive all the way to Chehalis to weed his garden, not realizing that the going rate for private garden work here is $25 per person and up.
The “my garden next” comment is so common that I ran across it in a book about the Lost Garden of Heligan in Cornwall: “[Garden visitors] stand and stare and comment on our dedication to the job, how our backs must be aching and how we can help in their garden when we’re finished with our own.” from Heligan: A Portrait of the Lost Garden.
Today, I got a good compliment; a fellow said that the gardens make his visits to Long Beach “intriguing and enjoyable”. That is exactly what I wish to achieve.
At four thirty, I could not bear weeding in the section of plain roses anymore. I was in despair over the quick passage of time so asked Allan to finish that area while I went on to the end, where some Juniper conferta, some wild lupins and some armeria (sea thrift) gave some variety to the weeding.
By then, I was in a panic about getting done; I just wanted so much to finish today.
It was also pleasant to visit with blog reader MaryBeth although I barely looked up.
I deliberately left some shaped sections of clover for the bees. When it is done blooming, we may remove it.
From 6:30 to 7:00, I was wielding the pick in a frenzy and yelling at the last section of weeds, “You will not defeat me! I WILL FINISH YOU!” I was willing to be late to dinner to get done. I had been thinking for two hours about calling the Cove and texting Melissa to delay dinner from 7 PM till 7:30, yet the idea of stopping to deal with calling and texting was just too exhausting. Allan was raking and sweeping the sidewalk and roadside while I did the very last weeding.
As Melissa says, HUMANS WIN! At least temporarily. Next week, we’ll plant some poppy seeds in the occasional area where no roses grow.
The Cove Restaurant
We arrived at our weekly dinner and meeting of the North Beach Garden Gang 20 minutes late. Melissa and Dave (Sea Star Gardening) totally understood.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1997 (age 72):
April 7: Took Tabby to vets for booster shots. I got the Advantage flea killer stuff—supposed to kill fleas in 24 hours and last for a month. $8.00+.
I cleaned out a lot of branches and cones from patio bed so now I have another pile. There’s still a lot to clean up in driveway and front flower beds.
1998 (age 73):
April 7: 1:00-3:00 It was cold enough to wear a jacket but warm enough to sweat. I only worked two hours when I felt sick probably still tired from yesterday and only 4 hours sleep. I managed to weed some in patio and moved most of the pots of perennials up to the picnic table I gave up and came in and went to bed from 3:00 to 6:00.