Friday, 3 June 2016
We needed to do a check up on Mike’s garden, a few blocks to the east. It had held up well. I sicced Allan on the woodsy back yard while I pulled some weeds out of the front path.
Might I just say that I deeply value having a mayor who lives in an abode as humble as a “double wide” rather than a big fancy house.
Of course, if it were my property, I’d have that deep swale all landscaped into some sort of wetland paradise.
I’d been having an intense feeling of doom that something else bad (like the lost garden and other recent difficulties) was going to happen in my gardening world. Instead, on the way to work, I got an email that caused much rejoicing: One of the port curbside garden beds which was not being watered for the past year, and which we could not water ourselves, is being watered again, and therefore we are bringing it back into our roster of garden care. I had not weeded it for a long time because I could not bear to work among distressed plants. I immediately re-ordered my plan for the day in order to get it weeded for the weekend as the Tall Ships will be in port and I’d love to have it looking good for that.
Basket Case Greenhouse
We ran the cheque from Long Beach City Hall over to the Basket Case, because we are helpful that way, and of course I succumbed to buying a couple of plants for my garden…again. Just three begonias for me and three plants for the garden that is back in the fold.
Because I had a bit of time anxiety now instead of the long unworried day I’d had planned, I put off till next week some mulching in Fifth Street Park. We did tackle one project on our list: shearing back the beach approach roses. “I’ll just do the first little bit!” I promised, and then got involved and did the whole first section (the only section where the roses are growing out into the street).
Allan included the street trees in the watering rounds, a task I find daunting because it is hard to get the hose down into the faucet slot in the ground.
Both of us independently admired the new water feature at the Nu2U vintage store; I haven’t been in there yet, partly because the whole “man cave” idea does not draw me in. This water feature is such a delight that when I have time, I will check out the store for sure.
We did some bucket watering of new plants in the Bolstad beach approach planters and I am thrilled to report none have been stolen. I got to pet a puppy, just a couple of months! I informed his humans that there is a toll for friendly puppies who walk by the gardeners.
With the last of our water we spot watered some plants on the Sid Snyder approach. We did not have time to hook up our little hoses for a proper watering there.
Our last Long Beach task, to give the welcome sign’s edging plants some supplemental water, revealed a mystery.
Allan thought some people might have stood in the garden for a photo. I think the footprints are facing the wall so it was more likely the city crew working on the sign.
We refilled our buckets at the boatyard so that I’d have water to put down in the planting holes for the five new plants I had for the port. I then set out to weed the long neglected curbside bed while Allan got the water trailer and watered the Ilwaco planters and street trees.
I was SO happy at my weeding job, with a deep joy at this garden being watered again, and gave a welcome home to some new plants (penstemons and eryngiums and one lovely dianthus). The wind had kicked up to a shocking degree that almost knocked me off balance, the river rock is so hard to walk on that my knee burned by the end of the job, and yet it was so darned satisfying.
I think I will try a run of rudbeckia down the middle and see how it does here now that watering is guaranteed.
While I worked, the Hawaiian Chieftain and the Lady Washington had sailed into port and docked. I had my nose to the ground and did not see them till the end of weeding.
We watered at the Time Enough Books garden, the one with the choicest plants.
We had worked till sunset, a ten hour day.
I arrived home to find that Dave and Melissa had dropped off some plants from their excursion to a nursery inland.
By the time I got all the plants moved and watered, I had worked an eleven hour day and it was dark. Dinner was at 11 PM, a baked pizza from the freezer. I put my knee on ice and we settled in for an episode of Luther. Thank goodness for three days off to get the plants into the ground and get some extra sleep.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1997 (age 73):
June 3: Another rainy day so I puttered with house plants. Then I potted the 3rd planting of Ed Hume’s tomato seedlings. 41 Early Girl and 43 Pik Red. I put them under lights in shop. I used the 10″ paper cups that Don gave me.
1998 (age 74):
June 3: 2:00-5:00 I was late getting outside and couldn’t decide what to do first. However, I started checking begonia basket hangers. I repotted a few bulbs into other baskets. I actually was able to hang the baskets. When I get the pot wire I ordered from Charlie’s I should be able to hang all the baskets.