Monday, 6 June 2016
Just after I awoke, I got an actual phone call (not an email or a text which is our usual form of communication) from Debbie T asking if I wanted to go to breakfast…well, er, brunch, considering the time. She had decided to stay at the beach for an extra day, partly due to seeking a softer afternoon light for taking photos. I listened to the gusty wind outside and bailed on my idea of a gardening day. Within fifteen minutes, Debbie was at my door. (Allan had gone across the river for an exciting oil change that morphed into four hours at the auto shop while a new alternator was installed.)
We drove by the 42nd Street and Laurie’s Cafés (closed on Mondays) and happily, we found Benson’s by the Beach open.
I overheard our nice server telling folks at the next table the name of and some information about the gunnera, and later she showed me that they have an interpretive sign by the window because so many people ask about it.
I am so glad they appreciate it instead of being unhappy that it blocks the view of the waterfall pond and the squirting clam (probably only from the table at which we were seated).
During our meal, as we talked about gardens, I had a brainstorm and asked Debbie if she would like to see that Oysterville garden…the wonderful one. Yes, she would LOVE to, having seen some pictures of it on my blog. I emailed the owner to ask if it was ok to bring a friend and would it be ok for her to take photos of plants. He has said to visit it anytime but I do feel I should ask before trooping through with a friend. I called Melissa (Sea Star Gardening) to see if she and Dave might be working there today and learned they were working in O’ville, just up the street from THE garden.
When we went back to Salt Hotel to get Deb’s big camera, I waited outside and brooded briefly over the dry state of the westernmost curbside beds….the ones we struggled to water last year because the nearest merchant would not let us use the hose.
On the way to our garden tour, I called the port office and asked them to contact the NEW business about watering…because the one that wouldn’t let us is gone now. I don’t want to be in the front line anymore…. (Later, I got an email saying the owner of the building, to whom I did not think to appeal last year, said go ahead and use the water. So we are set for at least the summer. Watering is on the agenda for tomorrow.)
Let the garden touring begin!
Sea Star Garden
When we arrived in Oysterville, our first stop was Melissa and David’s own garden. They were on a lunch break and had time to give us a walk around.
When Dave and Mel returned to work, Debbie and I went on to…
THE Oysterville garden
That pear is the first thing that tipped me off, one winter day, that something special was going on here. Each time we went to Oysterville, I would peer wistfully over the fence. I think it was by getting to know Todd that I finally got to go inside. Todd used to weed in this garden for the previous owners back when he was but a boy.
My camera battery had run out after the first few photos; I had switched to my iPhone and a shot into the sunlight did something that made the next five photos nothing but blank whiteness until I realized something was wrong and restarted the phone camera.
I believe that the walk through the garden made Debbie most happy.
Linda and Peter’s garden
We drove a couple of blocks north and visited Dave and Melissa at their job, a garden that Allan and I weeded a few times in the distant past.
Leaving Dave and Mel to work with no further disturbance, we drove back to Ilwaco where Debbie delivered me home and went back out again on her mission to photograph three more private gardens.
I fortified myself with some Builders Tea. This isn’t a joke to me because I am seriously working class. That is something that has become even more important to me in the last couple of years, being a class outsider to quite a lot of things, things that I do not need in order to be content.
The tea box makes me ever so chuffed, especially since I have been to Leeds and used to be married to a Leedsman.
Fortified, I wrote three blog posts after giving up on watering the back garden. (Three of the hoses/sprinklers were problematical. Allan fixed the problems when he got home.)
At dusk, from the east window: In the last light of day, the colour blue shows up more than any other colour including white:
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1997 (age 73):
June 6: Today I planted the Walla Walla onions—one fill row next to the row of scallions from last year. Then I planted tomato plants in one row between winter cabbage and strawberries. There are scads of green berries. It’s supposed to be sunny days coming up which should ripen them.
[Later she added this note:} My WW onions did not grow at all because I didn’t water them. I had planted tomatoes right up to the onion row and when I watered I tried to keep the water off the tomato leaves so the onions didn’t get much water. Must separate better next year.
1998 (age 74):
June 6: 72 degrees. I replanted three trays of violet leaves. I watered houseplants. I watered outdoor plants then planted the rest of the “little bulbs” and planted some other plants in various bowls. Then it was too early to come in (4:15) so I weeded two rows of berries and picked 5 ripe ones. First berries. When I decided it was time to feed Tabby it was 6:15. Quite a productive day. As soon as I get the 6 new gro light bulbs from Charlie’s I’ll call Bill to do several jobs in one day.