Wednesday, 13 July 2016
Today was the all over the place day of weeding and deadheading.
We checked on the Ilwaco planters first to make sure they were damp enough to hold till tomorrow. Just to start the day with some finger blight, Allan found a deep hole where a plant and soil had been removed, and I filled it in, knowing that the stolen plant had been one of the pretty variegated oreganos. Damn the hides, or singuler hide, of the plant thieves or thief.
The Depot Restaurant
The Red Barn
While we were working, a young woman and a girl led several horses past to go out into the field. Being around horses is a good bonus for working here.
Allan took all the photos here today.
Toward the end of the day, we drove by the boatyard garden and all the Stipa gigantea had their flowers stripped by wind. I am so glad that Diane’s escaped that fate.
The Planter Box
I shopped at the Planter Box for potting soil, some bagged mulch for a job later in the day, and a big peat pot for home. A tricolor hydrangea joined my purchases when I thought how well it would look in the bogsy wood…inspiration to keep clearing ground.
On the way out, I saw a gentle looking fellow and fell in love. I don’t usually go for beards, but something about his face, the flowers, the shovel. Where had he been all my life?
I asked Teresa. She said he had been there for 15 years, in different locations, and she had recently moved him to the front.
He is Saint Fiacre, the patron saint of gardeners, and he came home with us.
Way up in Surfside, I was afraid I would find Marilyn’s ornamental grasses seriously flopped by the wind. It was not as bad as I had feared.
Meanwhile, Allan furthered his pruning on the east side of the house:
Klipsan Beach Cottages
Bella waited in the shade for some petting.
Mary told me that about three days after the week of fireworks finally stopped, Bella felt happy to be outside again and seemed to express joy and relief by prancing around (after cowering in fear for a week, despite medication).
The Anchorage Cottages
Allan fertilized the pots and window boxes while I spread two bales of Gardner and Bloome soil conditioner in the “Zen Courtyard”. The bright glaring sun and dark shade made photos impossible there.
Someone had pruned a big Japanese quince since we were last here. And left a lot of debris on the ground. Allan fixed that.
Lately, the Anchorage parking lot has been full so we have had to park down by the street and haul stuff up (not far).
We took time to weed the Veterans Field gardens, which we had not done at all last week.
Port of Ilwaco
Even though it meant working later than I had wanted (especially with a new fountain to set up at home), we weeded several of the Port of Ilwaco beds so they would look good for the local garden tour on Saturday…not that the garden tour goes to the port. However, our friend Debbie Teashon had written an article about it that kindly mentioned our gardens. So a knowledgeable gardener just might stroll by.
I’m planning a pre-tour of some special gardens with visiting friends on Friday so must get the work done now.
The wind last Saturday had really messed up the Port Office south side garden. (The hanging baskets had been moved to the north side of the building, out of the storm.)
I thought, “I should send the port an email letting them know it was me who pulled the plants,” and later forgot. The next morning, I got an email from Nancy, port office manager: “We are missing a few ‘plants’ not just the flowers but the whole plant! Did you guys remove them, or were we flower jacked?” I called to reassure her. She said that she was wondering if she needed to check the security camera to find the culprit, so I sent her the above photo.
After working a nine and a half hour day, we managed to get a bit more done.
Two days later, a friend told me St. Fiacre reputedly hated women. We discussed this for awhile and decided he was probably gay and oppressed. Not being religious, I’ve decided to call him Mr. Fiacre and to stick with the feeling of positivity that I got the moment I saw this statue. Besides, if there is a heaven, he would have gotten a talking to from Jesus, who is said to have treated women with respect.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1995 (age 72):
July 13: [about a month after her husband died] Went to bed at 2:45. (I had the Reader’s Digest and lost all track of time.) No sleep so got up at 5 and read till 6 AM. Went back to bed. Went right to sleep and woke at 1:45 PM. After breakfast and the mail I went outside not knowing what I would do. Weeded north area for squash and tomatoes. Found a new bee nest in rock wall. Also the nest in the garden is still active. I want to plant carrots and tomatoes there but I have to get rid of the nest first.