Sunday, 4 September 2016
A day off at home, how delightful.
Jared and Jessika from next door came to pick some apples for cider, from the old gnarly golden apple tree in the front garden. Jared announced. “These are the best apples I’ve tasted so far!” The apples in the back garden are late ripening sorts (including Cox’s Orange Pippin, not shown).
I had a revelation about how thuggish Fuchsia magellanica is.
The darn fuchsia has SWALLOWED my precious Ghislane de Feligonde rose over the summer. I found one stem of the rose. I hope it can be salvaged; it is a hard one to find. Years ago, at an antique rose nursery in Snohomish (I think), the rosarian owner told me “Buy this one,” and I did, and it moved with me from Seattle to Seaview to Ocean Park to 2nd Street in Ilwaco and then to Lake Street. Here it is in happier days in our old garden behind the boatyard.
I cut the seedpod tops off of the lilies, and now they look dull and truncated. Too late for most, I had a revelation that, with patience, I could just cut the PODS off (supposedly better for the bulb) and leave the long stem looking decorative.
Allan helped me install five more bamboo poles. I’ll have photos in better light tomorrow.
The fire ban was lifted, so Allan, Smokey, and I enjoyed a campfire.We always have a hose at hand for campfire time. I used it to wash a big bird poo off the gunnera so it would not gleam white in my campfire photo.
Smokey joined us and sat on my shoulder and then on his own chair. Skooter did not make an appearance so he still has not had a campfire. We found him in the house; he’d slept through the whole event.
1997 (age 73):
Sept 4: Planted some seedlings and put them under lights in greenhouse. Bought 2 pairs of jeans from Jayhawks. Of course, I will have to shorten them. [She was about 5’2″.]