Friday, 16 September 2016
Project for today: The Baptisia ‘Praire Blues’ MUST come out. It looks dull after blooming, the foliage flops on other plants, and it is too short to add to the privacy I crave. Pretty soon I had three instruments of destruction out: the axe, the heavy pick, and the magic shovel (we call it that because it is a really strong, lifetime guaranteed Fiskars shovel with a good wide place to put your foot on): I was getting nowhere so I called in my ultimate instrument of plant destruction: I do not have the good balance to swing the pick like that.
I put the rooted pieces of baptisia in a bucket of water, texted Todd that they were available, and turned to another project. I transplanted some starts of Tetrapanax ‘Steroidal Giant’ into the empty place.
Allan is not as obsessed with time off as I am so he had gone across the street to do some work on the J’s yard, mowing the little lawn and weeding.
.A storm so big was predicted for Saturday that the market at the port had been cancelled. We decided to have a campfire in case the dry(ish) season was truly over.
Later, I had cats Calvin and Smokey on my lap. Those of you who remember how Smokey was so bonded with his mother, Mary, will be glad to see that Cal and Smokey are now good friends. It must be nice for Calvin, who was always a skittish outsider to the clan. They often sleep together on a chair.
Saturday, 17 September 2016Heavy rain came, as predicted. We did not need to have watered on Thursday…if only weather forecasts were unfailingly accurate.
My only excursion outside was when Todd came over to pick up some starts of the baptisia Allan dug yesterday.
We checked on apple ripeness. I texted Devery that the Cripps Pink are dying to be made into apple butter.
Because Allan can’t seem to stop working, he went to the library and pruned the mugo pines that were getting too tall for the sign:
I was glad of the rain because I had a good book to read by the author of Jambusters (Home Fires):I did not expect to cry through a lot of the book, and yet I did.
As we know from Home Fires, the women had their own hardships and deprivations during the war, and it must have been difficult when some of the men came back from having a “good war” and seeing the world.
After the war, some wives and mothers sought out their loved one’s faraway grave.
The book follows through three generations, unto the grandchildren of the British men who went to war. I’ve ordered Julie Summers book about the children returning from being evacuated, along with three books of memoirs by Nella Last, who participated in the brilliant project called the Mass Observation. My ideal job would be to have something to do with reading ALL the journals written for that project.
I read till the wee hours with a break to watch some sort of intellectual telly fare like House of Cards, or maybe My Cat From Hell.
Sunday, 18 September 2016
I had the pleasantest of days weeding in the front garden. As planned, J9 arrived in the afternoon to get a publicity photo for an ad for her business: Have Tux Will Travel, provider of party and gala assistance.
After J9 departed with a bag full of apples, Devery arrived to pick her share.
Much as I like days when I don’t leave my property, tonight was the twice yearly paella special at the Depot Restaurant and we could not miss that deliciousness.
Allan drove me home, drove back to Seaview, dropped the van off at the Box K auto shop and rode back home on his bicycle.
Monday, 19 September 2016
I had a perfect gardening day just weeding.
I managed to get a big clump of volunteer lady fern, with its roots like a big mass of steel wool, out of the front garden’s little brick wall.
In the late afternoon, Allan bicycled up to Seaview to pick up the van with its brakes all fixed.
At the end of a pretty near perfect weekend, I do sort of wish we were retired and could go on in this way every day.
1997 (age 73):
Sept 17: RAIN—WIND There are quite a few Rhody branches blown over street and driveway from PRFB-E shrub. [Patio Right Flower Bed?] Moved trays of seedling plants from greenhouse up to shop and the trays of shop ungerminated seeds to greenhouse. Many of seedlings are ready for one more transplanting before planting in garden.
Sept 19: Transplanted a lot of seedlings into the paper cups that Don gave me. I cut out the bottoms so when I plant them I can slide the plant out of the cups right into the hole.
1998 (age 74):
Sept 17: Rain 1st time in 6 weeks. I was torn between working on strawberries, planting perennials, or the wood pile. I brought in wood until it started raining. Then I started in the garage sorting through boxes of leftover yard sale stuff—some for VCBO and some to go to the place in Rainier that took a lot of other leftovers in 1997.
Sept 18: Rain. I hope this rain doesn’t cause the tomato blight.
I worked for 2 or 3 hours on the woodpile after I straightened up the shed a bit. When it started raining hard I worked in the garage again. I finished sorting boxes to give away, then I re-arranged the empty boxes in the back, and swept up a lot of dirt. Sometime soon I’m going to use the Filter Queen vac and blow out the dust and dirt on the garage floor.
Sept 19: watched football
- Finish sorting pots into boxes (some need washing)
- Finish cleaning up garage
- Finish bringing wood up to woodshed (done 9/24)
- Replant strawberries into proper rows.
- Plant poppies from Spring Hill (done 9/22)
- Clean up the greenhouse (done 9/25)