Tuesday, 11 April 2017
Today, after eleven days inside, Skooter could go back out. He was befuddled by the cat door, just like when he first moved in with us. The sequence, as it happened:
We had good enough weather to start the first beach approach weeding of the year. Of course, I had big dreams that maybe we could get three of thirteen sections done, or at least two, even though past experience does not support that dream. We started at the west end this year.
I did post on Facebook that anyone who wanted could come get some of the rugosa rose starts. Our only taker was a random passerby (and I did warn her how thuggish they are).
Dave and Melissa dropped by so that I could share some poppy seeds for a former job of ours, Erin’s garden.
As I weeded, I thought about how long I’ve been doing this garden and remembered years ago, talking with my then partner Robert about the latest plot developments in Buffy The Vampire Slayer (my all time favourite show). Just then a family walked by and a boy, about ten, said to his parents, “Into every generation a slayer is born.” I exclaimed, “I was just thinking about Buffy!” and the mother said that the dad had recently introduced their son to the show.
Another family walked by and the young children complimented our work. The mother said “They know it’s hard work because they weed our own garden.” When Allan commented that he had not been able to get his daughter to weed, the mom said “Well, they want to eat!”
Four hours later:
“Juniperus conferta is a species of juniper, native to Japan, where it grows on sand dunes.” When I read that years ago, I decided to try it out, and it does love to grow on sand.
I did figure out one thing that amazed me for not having realized it before. Allan paced off this westernmost section and said it is 70 feet long. The next section is 45 feet, and the ones east of that are 55 feet long. No wonder the first section takes awhile!
I was way too sore from the repetitive posture of working here to go on with another section. While Allan swept up, I walked to the westernmost planters to sow some poppy seeds.
The planters at the west end had had all the new Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, along with a very nice variagated sea thrift from last year, stolen, leaving blatant holes.
I fumed while planting poppy seeds. I cannot put any more plants in these planters because they will just get stolen, so poppy seeds are my only hope. There is nowhere to mount a security camera that would prevent the camera itself from being stolen (plus the city budget doesn’t run to security cams on the beach approaches). These planters would look much better if I could actually plant successfully in them without forays by the thievin’ varmint who apparently just waits for new plants to appear.
It cheered me when our client Diane walked by with a friend of hers.
At City Hall, the red rhododendron had opened its flowers.
.We weeded the tiny popout bed north of city hall; it was so weedy with quack grass that it took almost an hour.
We finished by deadheading planters in the two north blocks.
We did the tiniest bit of deadheading and weeding at the Ilwaco Community Building on our way home, just because we saw deadheads when dropping off some library books.
I was concerned after we arrived at home and Skooter did not show up when I called him. Later, I saw him from my window, sitting by the water boxes. Allan fetched him in. The new rule is the cats must stay in after dark. Skooter did NOT want to come inside. (Allan’s photos:)
Tomorrow, we expect yet another storm.