Wednesday, 16 November 2016
The forecast had been for rain, same as yesterday when we did not work at all. It took me awhile to realize, through my newsreading absorption, that the sun had come out. I suggested to Allan that we fly out the door as quickly as possible and try to mulch Long Beach planters. Light rain returned before we left. We went anyway.
Just before departure, I remembered that I had not watered the plants in my greenhouse since before election day. I feared crispy dead plants. Fortunately, they were just beginning to show stress.
At Peninsula Landscape Supply:
We began on the Sid Snyder beach approach, filling up the planters whose soil was sunken down.
The two lovely lavenders that used to be on either side of the light pole had been stolen over the summer. I remain annoyed by this. One of the silver santolinas had also been stolen.
We used up an awful lot of the mulch on Sid Snyder planters and I realized one yard was not going to make it all the way through the planters. Fortunately, I knew some planters did not need urgently need additional soil.
We got as far north as Third Street before running out of soil. I knew the next long block to the north had planters pretty well topped up, at least enough to wait till our next go round. Perhaps on our post frost clean up day, we will get one more yard of mulch for Long Beach.
We discussed where to go for a celebratory lunch. In Long Beach, Captain Bob’s Chowder was closed, and I am sorry to say the Kabob Cottage is permanently closed (heartrending news). I am very particular now in patronizing, whenever possible, businesses whose owners are “blue” (probably in two senses of the word this week).
Salt Pub in Ilwaco beckoned for lunch and a cocktail. Just past the Ilwaco boatyard, we saw the construction of the Ilwaco crab pot tree was underway.
Up in pub on the second floor, we had a view of a high tide:
On the sound system, the song “Who’ll Stop the Rain” was playing.
We were joined by Lynn and Carmen, both of whom work at the Cove Restaurant.
Before we knew it, we had been at the Salt Pub schmoozing (and not even trying to solve a single one of the world’s problems) for 3 1/2 hours.
At home: The work board has had bulbs added. I had made an order the night before, having gotten word that the Friends of the Library would provide a bulb budget. Maddeningly, the day after this, ALL the bulbs went on the 35% off sale at Van Engelen. However, if I had waited, we would not have had the bulbs to plant on Thanksgiving weekend, and I would so like to get them in the ground then. (We will add a few more to the beach approach also.)
I wonder if I will succumb to the 40% off final bulb sale for my own garden?
We are now done with work till bulbs or a hard frost arrive.
My usual joy in staycation is muted this year. I haven’t been able to make more than a few pages of progress on my stack of library books. With an exceptionally social weekend coming up, that might be delayed till next week.
Hillary Clinton’s post election words resonate with me and make me even more fond of her: “There have been a few times this past week when all I wanted to do is curl up with a good book and never leave my house again.” (She included curling up with her dogs….for me, read cats.) With the exception of our weekly garden club meetings with Sea Star, and my self imposed obligation that Allan and I cover the Crab Pot tree lighting for Discover Ilwaco, curling up with a good book is my plan for the next two months. After the upcoming very social weekend and a pre-planned Thanksgiving at Sea Star garden, I intend to go to ground as much as possible. The list of books to read is huge, and time is short.
1995 (age 71):
Nov 16: Planted tulips in patio bulb bed. [At last! The mystery of what is “PBB” is solved!] That job took me all afternoon. Mary Lord sent Del over to check on me because “she didn’t see any smoke from my chimney for 2 days.“
1998 (age 74):
Nov 16: 12:00-4:45 I got up at 8 AM! I turned on the shop hot water heater when I went out to get the newspaper. At noon when I went out to work I worked in Tam area [formerly Juniper tams, now flower bed, by the road] while waiting for the mail because I didn’t want to leave the Amex check in the mailbox. Then I started washing the various containers and baskets. I was glad to have the warm water because the cold water made my bee stung hand hurt as bad as yesterday. More pots and BBQ to wash tomorrow.