Sunday, 5 June 2016
I had another day mostly at home. Allan went boating (which will be tomorrow’s post, far more scintillating than this one).
The temperature rose to 75 F in the afternoon. I strongly disagree with the local weather station that this is “comfortable”.
This is not comfortable for me. 60 F would be just about perfect and 65 would be acceptable.
I am sure most of the rest of the Peninsulites rejoiced in the weather.
I had planting to do in the dizzying heat.
Here, in three tags (one reflecting the blazing orb of sun) is a good example of why common names are not a useful plant ID:
I forced myself to plant all new new rudbeckias and echinaceas and more despite a strong desire to take shelter indoors.
Toward the end of planting time, I remembered to retrieve my new Helianthus ‘Gold Lace’ that I’d planted in a spot where it simply was not going to show.
I pulled many red annual poppies from the front garden driveway bed to make room for rudbeckias. I had not been a fan of rudbeckias till I saw them all aglow in an autumnal garden in Astoria.
To my great joy, I discovered a plant from Xera Plants had come back after all.
With all my new plants in the ground, I planted some seeds of Double Click and Seashells cosmos in the perhaps futile hope that I can replace the small plants that snails ate. I had time before company arrived to retreat from the heat, write a blog post, and turn the sprinklers on the front garden beds…but no time to water the back. As it turned out the next day, hose and sprinkler problems back there would have prevented watering anyway without Allan being available to tinker with them.
In the late afternoon, my old friend Debbie Teashon came for a visit. As the co author of Gardening for the Home Brewer, she had been at the Mother Earth News Fair in Oregon giving a talk. I met her online in the year 2000 on her excellent Pacific NW website, Rainyside Gardeners, a resource that has since been invaluable to me for gardening information.
Our visit began with a gift from her, to cheer me up about the lost garden:
At the Port
We dined at Salt Pub with this view…
…and nearby, crewmembers of the tall ships were dining. The conversation with someone I rarely get to see was so absorbing that no other restaurant photos were taken. Debbie chose the pub stew and pronounced it delicious. I had my usual smoked tuna melt. This reminds me that Friday evening while I was weeding at port, a couple stopped their car by me and forlornly asked if the restaurant Pelicano was gone. They had driven from Oregon to go there. I said yes, sadly, it has been closed for awhile and recommended that they try Salt. After their dinner, they stopped their car again to thank me for the recommendation (I was still weeding!) and said that they had loved the pub stew.
After dinner, Debbie and I went for a stroll along the port. The evening remained warm and almost windless. A heron (or crane?) was also taking a more purposeful stroll along the dock.
He was “craning” his neck to look in the back of the boats. There is a strict rule about no fish cleaning at the docks, to avoid attracting sea lions, so I doubt he’d find fish leavings onboard.
From the dock, he leaned over and elongated his neck to catch a small fish, and then went behind the yellow steps out of our view. You can see a video here.
Debbie, who had told me over dinner about living in a boat in Hawaii during a hurricane, walked down the dock to get a closer look at the visiting Tall Ship, Hawaiian Chieftain.
We stood on the sidewalk and talked till after 9:30 and then I walked the two blocks home. I intended to spend the following day in my garden but strong winds and Debbie’s decision to stay for another night led to a spontaneous day of garden touring.
Meanwhile…I’ve published another post on Grandma’s Scrapbooks, featuring chickens.
Next post: Allan’s boating day.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s gardening diaries of two decades ago
1997 (age 73):
June 5: 11:00-5:45! Spent all that time on my little stool [a cut down 4 legged wooden stool] pulling weeds from asparagus bed and along the back. The stool threw me once onto my back hitting my head on ground but no after effects.
1998 (age 74):
June 5: Sit down before you read this. I vacuumed and dusted today! The Pines yard sale is tomorrow and I wouldn’t be surprised to see Don. [He had helped her organize a yard sale the previous year.] I started cleaning up the utility room and cleaned out the closet. I needed to change the electric broom bag and managed that but the upright grabbed one of Tabby’s toys and I had to change that bag but couldn’t. I guess I’ll have to wait for Bill.