Friday, 27 May 2016
I sorely felt the need for this long weekend.
First thing, we headed to the Basket Case because a new Blooming shipment was in and there were a couple of plants on my wish list.
I had acquired Geranium ‘Amy Doncaster’ some years ago after having heard Dan Hinkley speak about the emotional association of colour in the garden. Black mondo grass reminded him of his beloved scotty dog who had died. We all teared up over that. I was especially affected when he described visiting the elderly Amy Doncaster herself in a nursing home and said that she had Alzheimer’s but could remember and discuss plants, and that the geranium named after her was as blue as her eyes. It was the most moving gardening talk I have ever heard.
On the way home, we drove the loop around the port to check on the gardens and happily we saw no flower pickers or egregiously weedy spots.
Just as I began to weed back at home, a woman going to an estate sale down the block peered over the fence and said admiring things about the garden. I invited her in and we walked through. She was lovely, from Snohomish, and of course I forgot her name immediately.
I weeded, Allan string trimmed and mowed. I was so distressed to find that the darn snails have, in the past four busy work days, chowed down on my special cosmos in the garden boat. They chose ‘Seashells’ and ‘Double Click’, of course, the ones I can’t get more of.
Later in the afternoon, Devery popped in the gate and we had a good natter on the patio.
She laughingly posed with the last wee drop of vodka that we provided for an afternoon lime drink.
I had some potting up to do so was able to visit and garden at the same time. Devery said that at least she had gotten me to sit down. As I planted some basil and lemongrass, she told me that they grow wild where she grew up: Saint Kitt’s Island. Sounds like paradise.
I got every plant I had acquired in the morning planted and planned to get to my favourite gardening activity, weeding, tomorrow.
Meanwhile, up the street on School Hill, Ann Saari saw this from her window:
Saturday, 28 May 2016
Because I like to show support for a business that is a joy to have at the port, I took our weekly bouquet down to Salt Hotel and Pub.
I felt sympathy for the Saturday Market vendors as the wind was intense and they had been rained on earlier in the morning.
Quite a few vendors had packed it in because of the weather. That must be disappointing for folks who came to shop on this big holiday weekend. The vendors who make a living from markets are the ones more likely to brave any sort of weather.
Jane said that not long before, she had been desperately trying to hold down her tent in the wind while a passerby helped her.
I bought a campanula from Jane because for some strange reason, I only have one kind (a trailing one) in my garden.
We bought our treat from Pink Poppy Bakery…where we can count on Madeline or Jacob toughing it out in bad weather.
Walking past the Time Enough Books garden led to some weeding and trash pick-up. The contents of a McDonalds bag had blown all around.
Back home again, I used the cold wind as an excellent excuse for finally settling down with volume four of the Cazalet Chronicle.
Despite the rain, and by working partly in the garage, Allan got the top pieces nailed onto the new arbour.
I read on—with an interruption to watch an episode of a new to us British detective show, Luther—till two AM and did not quite finish. The next day I’d be torn between weeding and reading.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1998 (age 74):
May 27: Cool and rainy. I started about 10:30 to plant seeds and quit at 9:00 with time out for dinner. I have about 20 flats 3 deep in Floralight and on card table etc.
May 28: 12:30-5:00 beautiful day I started bringing trays of begonias and seedlings out of the shop and then took trays from the house into the shop. Then I sieved mushroom compost into the garden cart and sieved compost soil (mud) into wheelbarrow. Then I dumped the bulbs and soil from the tubs, etc, and washed them out so I can plant begonias and other flowers in them.