Saturday, 6 August 2016
In the morning, I learned from Nancy (of the Depot Restaurant) that her mother, Marilyn, had passed away. Beloved mom Marilyn, in her mid 90s, had been ailing and fading. The lack of surprise made her death no less sad and poignant. It also means that another garden of “ours” will soon be for sale. In the course of messaging with Nancy, I decided to adopt my very good friend Skooter, Marilyn’s cat.
As Allan departed for a boating day, I began my day with a coat of spray paint on some new bamboo poles. I picked a bouquet of sweet peas to deliver to Salt Hotel….
…and then went for my self-imposed obligatory photo walk to
Saturday Market at the Port.
I took photos of half of the market, but after acquiring two different lunch items, I didn’t continue to walk the whole Waterfront Way.
I was tired by the time I got home, applied more spray paint, and dined.It was not till late afternoon that I went out to garden. Despite a lack of oomph, I got the salmonberry shoots all clipped back (and some pulled) from what I want to be a walking path by the bogsy woods.
Over the course of the day, I had applied coat after light coat of spray paint to the poles.
Late in the evening, Smokey and Calvin showed what good friends they are now.The photo also shows the array of unread books and newspapers that is normal for summertime.
Sunday, 7 August 2016
I woke to glorious puddles from a really good rain. All the rain barrels were full again.At first, I could only find energy for a garden walkabout and some light weeding.
I decided I would feel more accomplished if I managed to plant at least one of the new plants that Pam brought me from Xera. I dug a hole in my newly cleared area at the edge of the bogsy woods.
I tried to get some of the big trunks of salmonberry removed from the mounds further back in the woods, and could not. After pulling bindweed along the east side, I looked outside the fence by the next door gear shed, and mourned that I cannot even GET through there to tackle all the approaching menace. Discouraged, I went in and sat down, thought about the salmonberry stumps, and longed for the strength and vigor of, say, my forties. But…No, I would not be defeated. I went out to try again…and maybe dropped some mournful hints along the way, as this time I was joined by Allan. He moved the string of floats that, cool though it is, was always in my way, and he hung it on the fence.
With an amazing amount accomplished, it was time for a reward and an evening garden appreciation.
Monday, 8 August 2016
Allan painted some boards that we’d been given by Denny of Klipsan Beach Cottages. They will make a little privacy fill in for the back garden’s wire fence. We had bought paint to match our neighbours’ house for the side that will face their back yard. They are truly lovely neighbours. I just want to “stop the eye” with a solid bit of fence at the end of one garden path.
I dug deep under my debris pile and got ten or more wheelbarrows of good soil for the newly cleared woodsy mounds. (Allan helped me move some of the barrows. My knee was playing up from too much weekend work.)Not only did I get good soil, but about ten gallon pots worth of baby new red and Yukon Gold potatoes came out of here. I saw Mary, two doors down, over the fence and took some to her. Her spouse Jeff responded with a large piece of salmon so I feel we got the better part of that exchange. I later distributed spuds to Terri across the street, Devery, J9, Dave and Mel, and Denny and Mary of KBC.
I wanted so much to pull bindweed in the far southeast corner and prepare it to be the new debris (and eventual planting) area. A big hornet kindly buzzed me and let me know I did not dare go into that area now. My goal for next days off: Get more debris pile soil and mulch all in here (and I hope to do all the wheelbarrowing myself):
I wanted so much to install my new poles but was dragging my leg so much I doubted I could. I tried anyway and happily found my idea of sticking short rebar in the front bed and then sliding the poles onto it worked easily. Allan had drilled through the first inner section of some of the pieces.
Although we had an appetizer of a campfire hot dog, our real dinner later on was cold salmon with capers, mayonnaise, and fresh cucumber from the greenhouse. We tried and failed to watch Deadpool and instead relaxed to two episodes of Tiny House Hunters.
That is the most accomplished weekend I’ve had for some time.
1995 (age 71):
August 8: Picked berries. The raspberries are done but there are enough strawberries from everbearing TriStar to freeze one oleo container with a generous amount for cereal tomorrow. Weeded in asparagus bed. The strawberries there look healthy. [I am getting the feeling this was a former asparagus bed as she never mentions harvesting any.]
1997 (age 73):
August 6: Planted seeds (perennials) and hope we don’t have an early frost. Set up boxes, trunks, etc in shop under 3 shop lights to put trays in there.
August 7: HOT Watered in tam area [garden bed that once had juniper tams] and did a lot of deadheading until there was no more shade so I went in back and planted more seeds.
August 8: HOT Planted more seeds.
1998 (age 74):
August 7: I cut back Dave’s long long blackberry vines. Some had grown way over into the tam area. I also cut back the long long bamboo branches that were growing into the patio area.
August 8: I worked in the shade cleaning up the woodshed and greenhouse area. I took stuff from shed to garage. I found a lot of plant holders of various sizes that I had forgotten about. I cleaned up the area around the round table and sorted through the box of pieces of wood that had sat by the garage door for a year. Then I washed many many dirty pots. It’s nice having the sink braced. I took quite a tumble when I was watering near the pink rhody. I got my feet tangled and went stumbling across the path and ended up in the Lacey Leaf Maple. No injury.