Wednesday, 13 April 2016
Despite blustery weather, I decided that we should tackle the second parking lot garden in Long Beach. I just wanted it done.
The three “berms” (actually not berms because they are not mounded) get absolutely no supplemental water in summer, so it is impressive how well they came through the drought of 2015.
I decided to leave the patch of quaking grass at the south end. It is such a pretty thing. We pulled almost all of the rest of that grass out of the north and south berm because when it reseeds, it looks weedy to passersby. We will leave it in the center berm which doesn’t have much else going on.
Boreas Inn Bill drove by and yelled “You rock!” He asked if I was tired of hearing that yet. No, not at all. It is my favourite compliment, far preferable to honking horns.
The wind gusted up to 30 mph in the afternoon. It was annoying, but at least it was not the cold north wind.
Ed Strange and his helper drove by with his 18 month old springer spaniel, Jackson, and of course I had to stop for pets.
We considered weeding some of the big dandelions out of the extra boring center berm.
Because it was not yet 5 o’ clock, we made up our minds that we had time to trim the sickly rhododendron in the 3rd Street Park, especially since the good parking spot, rare to acquire, was available.
I do not know why over half of this rhodo got sick. I do know that some of the friendly patrons of the bar behind the fence have been asking repeatedly for the rhodo to be cut down to the top of the fence, which I have refused to do because it has very little healthy growth lower down. Now…half of it died back, very mysteriously. If I were hanging out in the sitting area between the tavern’s back door and the fence, I would want WANT the privacy afforded by tall shrubs. I do not understand at all why some patrons want the shrubs to be short, but looks like they may get what they want as we may cut the other, now lopsided, side of the rhodo down once it is done blooming. It mystifies me always why passersby rejoice at seeing shrubs cut halfway down. Why not let them grow to their natural height and provide beauty and privacy?
This was a big cutting job for Allan’s small rechargeable chainsaw, resulting in one of the batteries melting inside the casing.
Just as we were entering the city works yard to dump the large load of debris, a bolt of lightning jolted down from the sky and hit the ground…
That made unloading the trailer a suspenseful procedure.
Beth, Anchorage Cottages manager, stopped by the berm project today to tell us that she had finished building the new window boxes for the cottages, so we will be collecting and planting them soon.
I had spent much of the day thinking concerned thoughts about a blogger who has gone to hospital after a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, and arrived home to a message about another garden blogger with aggressive breast cancer. My thoughts are with both of them even though I only know them through the blogosphere. Every day that I am able to weed, even in wind and rain, is a precious one.
On Facebook, I saw this darling update from a friend who had brought me some gardening books last week:
That was cheering indeed.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1995 (age 70):
April 13: Got my drivers license renewed for the second time so it’s been 8 years since I’ve been behind the wheel. I don’t understand it! [She learned to drive at age 62 but didn’t like doing it. My dad did not encourage her to drive.]
1998 (age 73):
April 13: Gray, cool, and rainy So much for dedicating all this week to planting. I had to go to the PO to mail my tax payment, etc. Went to drug store and QFC. But the time I got everything out away it was too late to work outside so I cleaned out the top shelf of kitchen pantry. I moved all the canned fruit into that shelf. I also found a case of 1993 canned tomatoes—two were spoiled, ugh. [We found the same phenomenon when we cleaned out her home here in 2009; we think it is a food hoarding phenomenon from the depression area, that she could not resist cases of food items on sale.]