Saturday, 8 April 2017
With some workable weather, I was determined to get some at home gardening done, and doing the five assorted sizes of driveway beds seemed the best choice to finish in a day. (And the weather felt too windy and variable and rather cold to endure weeding on the beach approach in Long Beach.)
I was able to collect many snails in a jar for re-homing.
Allan walked to the post office and back:
He took with him an doll house that he built from a kit when his child was young. Now it has gone to Thandi, Mike, and baby Celestine’s home two blocks west of us.
When some serious rain came, I retreated inside, thinking the rest of the afternoon would be reading time.
A foray into Facebook resulted in seeing a photo that satisfied some curiosity I’d been having about our old garden at a local assisted living place. This photo shows a friend, whose identity I have masked, filling a bird feeder outside her mum’s room, in what used to be one of our four garden beds.
Two of the beds show in the photos, and as you can see, they have gone to weeds, with just a couple of tulips struggling through.
Here was the same area last April under our care.
We never did get to see the lilies and iris bloom there last spring as we had been ousted by then. I can tell by this week’s photo that tall horsetail has been allowed to take over that garden bed. REALLY INFURIATING to see the state it is in. We did it for the lowest price possible, too. We were laid off from the job so that the new manager could hire a “young man” because “it is hard for young men to find jobs here at the beach.” You can see what a fine job has resulted.
The rain had stopped and in order to keep my head from exploding, I put down my book and returned to my weeding. As always, it was therapeutic enough so that I stopped fuming.
That long bed was a tiring one because of mats of grass that don’t show in the before photo.
Not shown: some weeding around the edges of the former debris pile and some tidying of the tiny triangle shaped bed at the very south end of the driveway (which belongs to Nora/Alycia’s house next door where a friend now resides).
As I weeded, we had two sets of visitors.
Carol, Julia, and I walked all through the garden.
Our walk through the garden inspired Allan to trim a sword fern that was obscuring one of the fairy doors.
Although it was difficult to tear myself away from the garden at 6:40, we had a social engagement for which we were about ten minutes later. Since three days after my birthday party, four out of five members of our North Beach Garden Gang have been sick with colds. Dave had it worst of all of us. We’ve been missing out on our weekly meetings till now.
The Cove Restaurant
The Cove is open for dinners again on Fridays and Saturdays. Chef Indus, formerly the sous chef, produced scrumptious food.
My only error with dinner was accidentally eating almost the whole ball of wasabi at once. Oops. Lynn, our truly great server, said “I thought you were more experienced than that!”
Back at home, I was able to erase “driveway” from the at home gardening list.