Except for a pleasant visit from neighbours, my weekend was so pleasantly dull that I suggest you read this blog post instead, with lots of lovely fuchsia photos…especially if fuchsias happen to be your favourite flower. Still trying to catch up by doing double posts. Sorry!!!
Saturday, 23 July 2016
Ilwaco Saturday Market
I did my duty for Discover Ilwaco and went to the market to take some photos:
I was thrilled to see a new food booth serving Thai cuisine, tied with Indian food for my favourite.
I walked home, sat right down and ate my delicious Thai lunch, saving half for Allan to enjoy when he returned from errands.
Energized, I returned to my salmonberry eradication out in the bogsy woods.
The success is deceptive because the root clumps are still in there. And if I don’t get more of the roots out, the suckering shoots will come back like they did in this area behind the edge-of-bogsy-woods garden:
The only reason I am trying to remove the area of salmonberries is that half of it died in last summer’s unusually long drought, making me think about claiming a large area for shade plants. Er, they had better be drought tolerant shade plants or else I will be dragging a hose back there.
In the evening, the scent of lilies saturated the air in the entire back garden.
Mary’s grand daughter found all three of the fairy doors in the bogsy woods and enjoyed smelling the peanut butter plant (Melianthus major).
Sunday, 24 July 2016
Saturday evening, I had found my new beautyberry almost crispy from thirst. I gave it two watering cans of water, and by Sunday it had revived:
I still remember seeing a huge berried one in winter in a Seattle garden. I have tried and failed repeatedly to grow it successfully.
I continued my pruning mission, having had a revelation in the bogsy wood that if I pushed back the salmonberry grove on the right side of the path, I could remove the one on the left side without throwing things off balance. It was terribly, annoying windy, with the alder trees thrashing about and the wind actually moaning and whistling, so I got in and out of the bogsy wood as fast as I could and did not stay to cut the stumps. (It was stupid to be in there at all, but I really did want to see what it would look like with those salmonberry removed.) With Allan gone boating, there would be no one to pick me up from under a fallen branch.
The wind prevented me from weeding under the trees (because I have some sense).
All this activity is partly inspired by the recent gardens tours in Salem and Aberdeen. Salem featured some superb shade gardens and Aberdeen impressed me with each garden being groomed to every corner. My pruning weekend had also been jump started by the knowledge that Tuesday’s first job would necessitate a small dump run. My goal was to first almost fill our trailer with debris from my garden.
I had decided on another pruning project in the sunny beds. Eventually, it will be shovel pruning (complete removal). For now, a severe cutting back would satisfy.
I bought that berberis eight years ago at Dancing Oaks after being smitten with its long dangling berries in the nursery display garden. It languished for three years in my shady former garden, and grew well when I moved it five years ago to this new sunny garden. And yet it has never put on a show that impressed me. Its thorns, even for a barberry, are exceptionally vicious needles.
I felt bad when the branches were lying on the ground. It’s not like it wasn’t TRYING.
In the fall, with Allan’s help, I will transplant it to a less front and center spot and allow it to keep trying. Meanwhile, I will now be able to see through the border to some spring flowering shrubs: Calycantha and Enkianthus. I might fill the space with my mom’s copper rose (because it is getting crowded out by a new tree in the front garden).
Check out the accidental colour match:
I don’t know the names of either. I do wish I were organized, with a spreadsheet, like Steve and John. My garden may be too haphazard to ever achieve that now. I have fantasies of matching every tag with plants. Might happen someday.
Now I had managed to fill the trailer 3/4 full with room left for our client’s debris.
The rest of the weekend will provide better blog excitement with Allan’s boating trip and a visit with friends to the Oysterville garden. Below, I am including my mother’s entries for Monday, as well.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1995 (age 71):
July 24: Finally finished planting new dahlias. Then I checked the old ones in the shop. A lot of them are dried up. I was surprised to see I had ordered a whole duplicate order this year. I’ll put the old ones out in the garden to see if any are OK.
July 25: 11-5 I got the old dahlias planted—the ones saved from last year. I know some labels are mixed up so I’m going to have to go around when (if) they are in bloom and mark them by color and height. It’s 9:00 PM and Roxy is still out. Maybe she won’t come home. Also I planted the new carnations.
1997 (age 73):
July 23: Spent the day potting the many many violet leaves. I used a new liquid rooting concentrate instead of powder. There were so many warnings about wearing protective clothing etc and had to use it all up at one time. Many of the leaves hadn’t rooted yet but I went ahead and potted them all. It will be interesting to see how many root after using the liquid.
July 24: Finished potting the violet leaves. Then I put 5 trays of them under the lights in the shop. I figured that I planted 160 leaves.
1998 (age 74):
July 23: It was cool and a good day to work outside but I had to wait for the Foremost insurance agent at 1:00. She took some pictures and looked under the house, etc. She will call Bill after she left. I worked transplanting seeds in the shade (by then it was hot). Bill brought a “vinyl man” to look over the area to be redone. I worked outside till 6:30. I also did some illegal watering on the raspberries and tomatoes.
July 24: 8:30 AM until 9:00 PM WOW! cool, cloudy until mid afternoon . It was my day to water so I went out to set up the hose and of course I started weeding and deadheading. Later I went in to see if it was 10:00 yet and it was 11:15 so I turned off the water and came in and had breakfast. Then I went out and started washing the huge number of pots. (Bill Jr had fixed the drain pipe in the shop.) I came in at 6:15 to feed Tabby and eat a bowl of Jello. At 7:00 to 9:00 I watered and deadheaded again.
July 25: Bill came to start on my job list. He tried to sweep the moss off the roof but said it would need to be pressure washed. He did lots of jobs and would be back tomorrow.