One day early:
Saturday, 30 April 2016
Ilwaco’s Annual Children’s Parade
Allan headed downtown (a few blocks west) to photograph the parade, while I walked to the port because I was not sure I could keep up with even the smallest children for the entire parade route. I picked a big bouquet with some of the last tulips and some of the first Siberian iris and delivered it to Salt Hotel, and took a photo of it that did not work out because I accidentally had the camera on time delay. Good thing I figured that out before the parade.
Allan’s photos were the first in sequence of the parade. It was fortunate that I did not see some of them till I got home later, as they made me fume:
Various butts on planters:
Below: Why did these wheels just have to be placed into the perfectly weeded pocket garden? Allan did not see this one until he looked at the full photo later on. I am being kind enough to conceal the full shots of the people.
More on this topic at the end of this post.
Some of Allan’s more pleasing photos:
Because I knew nothing of the planter sitters, I had a pleasant time photographing the parade after it had turned the corner from First Avenue to Howerton. People were respecting the curbside gardens and the only near plant casualty was when I stopped a large labradoodle from sitting on a just about to bloom penstemon.You can see every parade photo here on the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page.
Allan and I did not find each other till after we had each taken photos of the opening day of the Saturday Market for Discover Ilwaco. Here are my favourites of the day:
Blessing of the Fleet
Every first Saturday in May is the Blessing of the Fleet ceremony, offering free boat rides on the charter boat fleet. I always think I might go…and never do. I thought..maybe this year…till I saw how low the tide was and how steep the ramps to the docks.I also thought I would find it hard to get on and off the boats, and that would be embarrassing. If only my hair would turn grey, I would feel less embarrassed about asking for help.
Allan went down to the docks and got some photos of the boats going out. He did go out a few years ago. All the boats proceed to the Columbia River bar, where the Coast Guard helicopter circles and drops a wreath and flowers are strewn on the water in memory of lost seafarers.
Our friend Wendy did go out on one of the boats and took these excellent photos:
When I got home and saw Allan’s photos of people’s posteriors parked on the planters, I felt disheartened and lost my drive to go outside and weed. (A cold wind was another good reason to stay in.) So, of course, I posted about it on Facebook. Among ideas about planting prickly pear cactus or putting sharp things in the planters came a gentler idea that perhaps there could be some sort of planter design or edging that would deter sitters without harming them. The city probably has no budget to re-fit the planters, though. I regret having put new plants in BEFORE the parade. I know better than to do so in Long Beach before tomorrow’s much bigger parade.
My friend Beth Sheresh (she who officiated Allan’s and my wedding in 2005) shared this essay that she wrote. I like it so much that I think I will eventually create a permanent blog page around it:
Public Plants Public Service Announcement by Beth Sheresh
General PSA about flowers and other plants in public places.
Flowers planted along city streets sure are beautiful, aren’t they? Makes you want to pick one or two to take home. I mean, there are a bunch, who would notice?
Those flowers represent a lot of time and money, much of which may be volunteered and.or donated.
Each planter or bed has to be planted, watered, pruned, weeded, watered, cleaned out (why do people throw trash in planters?), weeded, watered, deadheaded, replanted because it’s late July and the early plants are bloomed out. This cycle can happen several times a year, depending on the plantings. It’s essentially never-ending.
It’s also costly, and not just in terms of the time represented by the work I just talked about. Plants are expensive and have a high attrition rate, even without people swiping a bloom or two.
Then there are the people who ignore the work and smash plants. Planters are not benches, nor are they designed to hold your packages while you chat with a friend.
And while I have you here, trees don’t like nails, so please don’t use them as posts for hanging flyers.
Short version: Please be nice to public/city plants. Someone worked hard to make them pretty for you to enjoy *looking* at.
Thank you, Beth! I particularly like that she understands the repetitiveness of weeding, watering, and deadheading.
You can read more by Beth Sheresh on her Kitchenmage blog.
Tomorrow, I’ll be publishing my mother’s garden diaries for April, illustrated, including her April 30th entry. Meanwhile, I hope to enjoy two peaceful and productive days at home.