Monday 20 June 2016
Before work, we went two doors down to Jeff and Mary’s house to lend some long handled loppers.
Still delaying work, we stopped up on School Hill to visit Todd, Dave, and Melissa, who were all working together on a property that will soon be for sale. The yard was huge and enviable with one of the more private back yards I’ve ever seen in the city. The house is said to be seven bedrooms and will be far out of our price range.
We began our work day by poking at the Ilwaco planters and then the Long Beach planters. Both felt like they could wait till Wednesday for water. Because of going to the Hardy Plant Study Weekend on Thursday June 23, and not returning till Sunday June 26, I was glad to not have to water Monday and then again on Wednesday. Leaving for four days is always stressful for me because of watering worries. Ideally, we would water Tuesday and Friday. Not this week.
We then delivered a check from Long Beach to the Basket Case Greenhouse, and were kindly given a preview of the clearance sale prices that will start on Wednesday.
On the way to work (finally!), I had such sad news in a message: My very good friend and all around wonderful dog, Ralph, had passed away; he had been diagnosed with cancer not long ago at age 12. Here he is last December at his home, which he shared with his best friends, Bayside Debbie and Dave.
We had time for some projects, beginning with the weeding of the pond garden by Pacific Realty.
We parked outside NIVA green, where I got to pet this soft and handsome Great Pyrenees.
I refreshed my collection of photos for the NIVA green Facebook page.
With the pond garden weeded, we went to the parking lot berms and weeded the north and the south ones.
I pretty much let the most vigorous shrub win on these berms, which have to get by with no supplemental water in summer.
We dumped our load of debris, including rugosa rose clippings that had been sticking out sideways, and filled all our buckets from our city works Soil Energy mulch pile for the berms and for Fifth Street Park.
I had hoped to get done with work by six to have an evening at home (because I don’t like the thought of leaving home for four days!). I keep trying to tell myself a different story, that I am going to have a great time and that I WANT to go on a garden touring adventure. I will, and I do, but nothing for me beats a weekend at home in my own garden and I agonize over giving one up, and city traffic (Salem) is a horror to me, so I do feel anxious.
We checked on the little garden at the World Kite Museum. It’ll be quiet after hours, I thought, only to find the board was just finishing a meeting so the parking lot was bustling. That meant I got to meet another dog! I’d been weepy over Ralph today, and I like to think that all the dogs I got to pet today were a gift from my good friend.
Getting home was delayed by the sight of much chickweed in a planter, leading to the checking of several planters for weeds that had gone rampant in the rain; the planters had not had their twice weekly once over for about ten days. I saw a sightline problem as well, on a small columnar pear that had been broken off by vandals several years ago and had come back from the snapped trunk.
That’s all I wanted to do as was so eager to get home. It will do for now.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1998 (age 74):
June 20: HOT I went out to pluck my pink rhody and then I found myself with a shovel digging and pulling out that purple geranium that had taken over all the beds. I removed a huge number of plants. That bed looks a little bleak. I think I’ll direct seed some of the annual seeds in that area.