Saturday, 29 April 2017
It was hard to get started working on my garden because of cold windy weather.
I started with horsetail control in my pitiful scree garden
I remembered I had some plants to put in pots, which resulted in some emptying of old pots and some various backing and forthing.
Skooter was the only cat who came outdoors. The others were sleeping in the house.
Tulip ‘Honeymoon’
stunning Vaya Con Dios
Allan was messing about with a boat.
a potting up accompishment (with Allan’s help)
trying to be elegant with pots like the Oysterville garden (not quite)
Allan had gone to park his boat over at the Black Lake Yacht Club in preparation for a little event planned for tomorrow.
just fits on trailer with a hoop removed
at Black Lake, kayak with dog on back
Black Lake Yacht Club, largest membership ever.
I kept looking out the window and thinking about how I had decided to nobly pick a few of my MOST special tulips to take to Salt Hotel. And yet…the horrible weather daunted me. Finally, I just went and did it and felt better that it was done.
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Fringed tulip ‘Cummins’ and a parrot tulip
Salt Pub
really miserable weather to go out in
previous bouquet still looking fine (Allan’s photos)
We delivered the tulips and attended a concert at Salt.
Felix is a brand new addition to the Salt family! (Allan’s photo)
dinner
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David J was the bassist for Bauhaus, creators of a song I loved decades ago, Bela Lugosi’s Dead.
I found it remarkable to hear David J from Bauhaus do an acoustic performance here in our little town. Allan got some photos:
Darwin Meiners, opening for David J, tours with David regularly and grew up in Astoria.
I got all teared up when David sang the classic “What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace, Love, and Understanding”, and I found myself giving out a loud whoop, like olden days, when the audience cheered his statement that he would NOT say “President Trump”, and I also found a couple of other songs to be moving, especially No New Tale to Tell and a rousing political anthem called Gentrification Blues. From the singing along of many audience members who knew the lyrics, it was clear that we all shared his sentiments.
Our little lives get complicated
It’s a simple thing
Simple as a flower
And that’s a complicated thing
There is nothing like some good music to bring a day to a satisfactory end.
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