Friday, 23 September 2016
The storm, with much rain and 33 mph wind, arrived. I had a book by one of my favourite mystery writers and kept reading even when the sun came out in late afternoon.
I heard sawing after the rain stopped and looked out to see Allan working on the fence panel project; I felt guilty, then returned to my book.
Allan’s dayAllan walked to the library to pick up some more books; as he left, I said “Why don’t you make it a puddle walk?”
Saturday, 24 September 2016
In the late morning, I heard voices at the front gate and Allan came to tell me that we had blog reader visitors! Debbie and her spouse Alan had been in Cannon Beach and had driven to Ilwaco to visit the Saturday market and Salt Pub. We were fortunate that they knew Ilwaco well enough to walk to our street and that we were home to greet them. I called for Skooter, since Debbie mentioned she’d been following his progress in joining our household, and he made an appearance.
Debbie and her sister read this blog. It always surprises me that it goes out to people other than those whom I know or whose blogs I read and comment on (like my favourite Mr Tootlepedal).
Despite the nice weather and considerable gardener’s guilt, I failed to garden today, nor did I visit the Saturday market. I had begun a new book at bedtime last night and I was doomed to read all afternoon. Ignoring nagging thoughts of garden projects I should do, I kept reading with the excuse that it was too darn hot (all of about 75 degrees…which truly IS too hot, if you ask me). I told myself that all my garden projects involve transplanting (sort of true) and that the weather was not conducive to that (true).Meanwhile, Allan continued to be productive. He had painted and installed the wood blocks for fence panel supports in the arbor by the driveway.
I was terribly impressed that he is able to lift these panels by himself. I thought he’d need help. His back had been in a delicate state during the week when we acquired the fencing from the museum with the help of friends.
Sunday, 25 September 2016
In the late morning, I heard voices in Allan’s garden. Our neighbours one door east, Jared, Jessika and Kirk, had come, at our standing invitation, to pick apples for a cider pressing at Pink Poppy Farm.
Perhaps when I retire, I’ll be more like my grandmother and take up canning and preserving (in my wildest dreams).
Did I get back my enthusiasm for gardening? No, I did not. I had started a new book at bedtime last night and truly longed to read all day (with the “It’s too HOOOOOT!” excuse).Being working class my whole adult life, from a background of early poverty, and having been married from 1991-2003 to someone who grew up in the underclass (extreme poverty), the book addressed an issue that looms large in my life at all times. I had to text this passage to Todd, who spent many years in North Carolina, some of them as the curator of the display garden at the famous Plant Delights Nursery.
Perhaps because the book is over 300 pages of small print and I knew I would not likely finish it in one day, and because my strange lack of enthusiasm for home gardening had continued (“too hot!”), I chose to be productive indoors, if you can call this blog productive, and I wrote some post-cottage tour entries.Allan continued to paint the second fence panel. I was impressed with his use of a milk crate to hold the panel away from the garage wall for painting.
Not only did Allan continue to work on the fence, he also installed a temporary clamp that he’d purchased to hold the water boxes together. These old wooden boxes that came to the Long Beach city works yard with window panes in them are finally starting to disintegrate, threatening the pond liner water feature that they enclose.A campfire in the cool windless evening and a roasted-on-a-campfire-fork sausage dinner capped off day three of the long weekend.
Monday, 26 September 2016
The fence panels were both painted and installed and I did get my gardening mojo back when I started weeding at their base.
I had a design dilemma and had asked my Facebook friends for assistance.
I added this photo with a crab pot in place.
I then added the possibility of a crab pot flanked by two columnar ‘Graham Blandy’ boxwoods.
The comments pretty much came down in favour of boxwoods. Someone said the crab pots would spoil the line of the fence. Two friends whose opinions I respect particularly do not like crab pots as decoration. Local gardener Ann Saari equated them with pink flamingos (and of course I thought of Dulcy Mahar). Ann had recently visited Shore Acres State Park in Oregon and taken a photo that captures so well how a boxwood hedge frames an exuberant garden.
I’ve been tending toward just boxwoods, too, inspired by THE Oysterville garden. Toward the end of the discussion, my all time most favourite garden guru Ann Lovejoy weighed in in favour of crab pots. What a dilemma! What do you think?Allan finished part of his project of fixing the water boxes: free boxes fixed with $56.25 worth of wood.
J9 had asked to come over this evening to watch the presidential debate. At 3:30, she decided to stay home and stream it. I’d been dreading it. Although I have been reading voraciously about the hideous Trump, and have grown increasingly positive about Hillary (as I fondly call her now), I have avoided actually watching him. Reading his loathsome words has been bad enough. Only after following ongoing debate transcripts as it happened (while blogging about THE Oysterville garden; what a contrast!) did I decide that I could bear to watch the recording later in the evening.
I have been experiencing a great deal of Trump related anxiety. It helped to watch Hillary’s excellent debating skills against the truly disgusting Trump. As you might recall, I was big on Bernie (till he bought a $600K vacation home and aroused my working class annoyance). Now I am pleased to be voting for her.
I have curated some clips from the debate which may delight those who are of a liberal bent (at least as much as one can be delighted at anything that shows that awful man).
- debate clips set to music, featuring Debbie Harry of Blondie fame!
- Hillary “Diss Track” by Songify
- Trump’s repeated interruptions of Ms. Clinton
- Braggadocious! by Randy Rainbow
My mother’s garden diaries show a much more productive weekend than mine:
1997 (age 73):
Sept 23: Store day at fancy new QFC. Much too high falutin’ for bucolic Yelm but it is the only big store in town. Bill Jr finished the garage roof (in two days) even tho he wasn’t feeling well. After the store I did some weeding in the berries by the asparagus. I also found blight on several tomato plants. I pulled those plants and put them in the garbage can!
Sept 24: I threw out the pots that didn’t germinate. I moved most of the flats from greenhouse to the shop. Yesterday Bill took the bulb out of the security light because it wouldn’t turn off.
Sept 25: RAIN I started repotting the seedlings that did sprout. I worked at the shop work bench. I did ok potting in there except having to bring all my stuff up there.
Sept 26: RAIN I finished repotting seedlings and got them all under the 4 lights on the train table so I was able to turn off all the lights in the greenhouse.
1998 (age 74):
Sept 23: Noon to 4:30 COOL I worked all this time moving firewood from driveway to wood shed. I hoped to finish but had to quit at 4:30. One more day and it will be done. There are a lot of big brown slugs in the pile. Also another froggy which I caught and put in the garden sink where my other one stays.
Sept 24: 11:00-4:45 COOL I finished moving the wood to the woodshed including the small pile back of the house. I cleaned up the driveway, folded up the tarp and then moved out a dozen more pots along the RR tie that was hidden by the woodpile. I did some “hand watering”. I’m glad that wood pile is done.
Sept 25: 10:30-3:15 COOL RAINY When I went out I started moving the strawberry plants into the rows. But I soon got rained in so I started cleaning up the greenhouse. I even brought in the Filter Queen and blew the dirt off the shelves. In the meantime it stopped raining but I kept straightening the greenhouse. I was going back to the strawberries but it started to rain so I quit.
Sept 26: Noon-4:00 Beautiful day. I stayed in to watch the Huskies against Nebraska. The Huskies got whipped but I peeled apples while I watched. From a basket of apples I filled 6 dehydrator trays. The small apples which mostly had fallen were wormy but the large ones most of which I picked from the trees were nice and clean.