Mostly at home. I did have to go to Saturday Market, and we spent Sunday touring our two favourite local gardens with friends, which deserves a post of its own.
Saturday, 30 July 2016
I procrastinated on Saturday Market till almost 3:30, thinking I might see some of the Tuna Classic boats coming in during the afternoon. They had to fish for salmon rather than tuna because of dangerous conditions at sea (wind and waves).
Meanwhile, I spray painted my three bamboo poles. Slowly. Allan’s method of applying light coats is taxing to my patience, but does work better.
Finally going to market, I cut across the mown path through the meadow next door and surprised three neighbours:
The usual exciting bustle of the Tuna Classic was absent when I finally got to market.Floramagoria:
Sunday, 31 July 2016
At about 1 AM I checked my Facebook newsfeed and saw the most awful story: gardener Ryan Gainey had died in a house fire, trying to save his dogs. He was so significant to me, and the shock of the story was almost unbearable.
In 1994, Robert and I had been living at a resort in Ocean Park and working and making a garden there. The plan had been for us to buy it eventually, but the management had changed and we no longer felt welcome. I did not know what to do. In a post called Saved by a Video, I wrote this:
In the video, he read aloud this poem that he had in his garden:
In a much less fancy way, I have it in my own garden:
I went to bed in tears and had to take a benadryl for sleep. I woke on Sunday to the sound of the city fire alarm (calling volunteer firefighters to a fire somewhere) which of course made me immediately remember Mr Gainey’s death. He was only 72 and such a dear man; I comforted myself by reading the many grieving thoughts of others online and adding how much he had meant to me from afar. I still have the VHS tape of Creating the Romantic Garden. I could not watch it now without crying all the way through…. I also have his lovely book, The Well Placed Weed.
A distraction was in store, with company arriving at noon.
Pam (Seaside, Oregon’s gardener) and Prissy (Oregon coast plantswoman and plant propagator) came on the dot of noon for a day of garden visiting. Pam brought me some plants from the Xera Plants sale, for which she had driven to Portland on Thursday. I think Mr. Gainey would have understood how plants lifted my mood.
I had fretted about the new bamboo poles last evening (before reading the news about Ryan Gainey). Did they look wrong? Would people think I was stupid and gauche and had no sense of design? I thought I should have put them behind the tall rose…so they were not so front and center. Now they were all I could see when I looked at the garden. I immediately asked what Pam and Prissy thought.
“They’re not awful!” Pam assured, and I felt relieved. We all agreed that moving them back to between the two roses would work better. And we all felt bad for Allan, who would have to do the digging.Pam also suggested having more poles here and there, and when I looked at the Floramagoria photos, I think she is right. But the three big ones can be the main feature. We went to Salt Pub for lunch… …but found the wait would be too long; we had already spent so much time garden touring in my garden that we had limited time till we were due to meet friends. So off we went for faster fare: This had to be followed by ice cream at Scooper’s in Long Beach, and then we finally began the rest of our garden visiting. THAT deserves a post of its own, so we’ll take that part of the tale up tomorrow.
In the early evening, after bidding Pam and Prissy goodbye, Allan went to weed and water at the community building and I again admired my new plants:
Monday, 1 August 2016
Still grieving about Ryan Gainey. I realized to me, it is like it was for some friends when Prince died. I was sad about that, yes, but not like the way I feel about Mr. Gainey’s passing.
As always, plants are a comfort. Today was a planting day.Eryngiums and Agastaches are my Pokemon. I have to capture them all! In other plant news: I weeded some more in the bogsy woods. Just as I was about to go inside, Allan emerged with the post hole digger. Tomorrow…back to work…but first, we’ll backtrack to Sunday’s visit to our two favourite peninsula gardens.