Tuesday, 30 August 2016
As we backed out of driveway to go to work, the trailer swung in a direction that had us headed east instead of west, and Allan said “Are we going to Mike’s?” Oops, I had totally forgotten to put Mayor Mike’s on this week’s scheduled and that we should indeed go there.
Mike’s boxwoods that had been in the sun were crispy on top from the 90 degree days last week. I clipped the worse off but decided to wait till assuredly cool weather before shaping them up again. I must do it soon, though, because one is not supposed to prune them in late fall to avoid tender new growth getting nipped by winter.
Port of Ilwaco
The weather’s forecast of less than a tenth of an inch of drizzle was not coming true so far. If we could count on some good rain, we could skip watering. However, if the rain did not come, or was too light, we would have lost our time for watering, so we went ahead with it, starting with the boatyard.
It was all I could do to not quit gardening and go behind the fence to meet the dog. By the time I got to that boat, he had gone.
Sometimes I wish I could live in, say, Scotland or Wales, my two favourite countries. And yet here is the place I can make the most impact as a gardener.
Before he turns on the water, he ties the hose like this:
I had been so focused on weeding that I was standing there a few moments before, then suddenly realized I was right next to the hose. A good thing I noticed, as I don’t move very fast.
I headed west, weeding and clipping along the way while Allan came along behind watering by the Tuna Club and the Ilwaco Pavilion.
At the Pavilion, I decided I needed a haircut because the wind was so annoying.
Awhile back, I made a Facebook profile picture with the afterlight app, combining me with Nassela tenuissima.
The south wind bullied me only when I was working by a parking lot. Otherwise, the buildings between me and the water offered a barrier. Much nicer for working at the port than a cold north wind.
The Port of Ilwaco job has become my favourite job, even though it is also the hardest job for me physically because of walking on river rock and stepping on and off the curbs all day.
While I was watering the curbside beds north of the port office, three folks came up to talk to me. Sally, who lives by the bay, said she reads this blog. I always find that so surprising. One of the the gentlemen with her was a gardener from Montana whose speciality is bearded iris. We had a lovely talk and Sally’s compliments about our gardening work were much appreciated.
When watering was done, on the way to dump the debris, I asked Allan what he thought about an early dinner at Salt Pub. “That would make the day more interesting!” he replied. So up we went to the pub with a marina view.
We had the place almost to ourselves because we were before dinner hour.
Hotel owner Julez joined us for awhile and showed me photos of river otters at the boatyard garden:
Skooter appeared as soon as we got home.
There are no gardening posts from my mom’s old diaries that correspond with today.