Wednesday, 16 May 2018
Looking out my window (over the storage/water trailer/garbage area), I saw that the driveway was wet, oh joy! Such a relief to know the gardens got some water.
Ilwaco Fire Station
Ilwaco Post Office
I wanted to quickly plant 12 cosmos in our volunteer garden at the post office. Quickly was not the word because of how weedy it had gotten.
It took an hour to make space and get the plants in.
While we were gardening there, someone from the port office came to get mail and told us that yesterday evening, she had seen a man and a boy picking an armload of flowers from the boatyard garden. When she asked him not to, he was argumentative and said “No one is going to take care of them and I’m keeping them from dying.” (“No one is going to take care of them”!!!!!!) She and I had a good conversation that I fervently hope will result, and soon, with some official “Do not pick” signage from the port. Our polite little “Please leave the flowers for everyone to enjoy” signs are not working.
I thought of a few more things to say so I went to the port office while Allan planted cosmos in the office garden (south side). The baskets from Basket Case Greenhouse had been hung.
I did not want to look at the boatyard so we went on to add more to the planters in
Long Beach.
I asked Allan to make room for a blue felicia daisy by the blue painted Benson’s restaurant.
The golden variegated vinca in that planter is beautiful but much too aggressive for my taste.
Allan was entertained while planting by motorcycle tourists.
They asked a Long Beach crew member to take their photo with the frying pan.
The south east quadrant of Fifth Street Park:
Later, Allan photographed a hole where a trailing plant had gotten stolen.
We added a few cosmos to the west side of city hall.
Shelburne Hotel and Pub
Today was Melissa’s birthday. Allan and I worked on the Shelburne garden for 45 minutes until the birthday dinner at the pub began.
In the pub:
Melissa declared her chocolate pot du creme the best ever.
We stayed till well past closing time (with permission from bartender Juan).
On the way to our van, after Dave and Mel had left, we went into the back garden to see if the tiny daisy flowers of the Zaluzianskya (night scented phlox) were scenting the courtyard. They were, intoxicatingly.
At home, I was able to make the work list shorter by erasing Long Beach parks and planters.
*Annuals Planting Time AKA Annuals Planting Hell
Dang! I forgot to get a frying pan photo! I couldn’t see past all the lovely planters and gardens!
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Just means you’ll have to visit again someday!
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That’s too bad when people steal plants and flowers from anywhere, private or public. It shocks me that people come here to hippie Woodstook NY, pick the flowers lovingly planted and maintained on the green and put them in their hair to look like hippies, take the **&^&^%^&*(()&%##%$$ selfies, and never seem to think THOSE ARE NOT YOURS TO TAKE AND ARE FOR EVERYONE. I think it’s even worse when older folks do it, since some of us were raised to know better–oh well. Good luck with it.
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Thank you. The flowers in hair scenario is infuriating. We see a bit of that here, too, but with no particular historical reason.
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Oh well–let’s hope for the best!
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What goes through these people’s minds? It defeats me.
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I get so angry on your behalf when I read on your blog about flowers picked and plants stolen.
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Thanks. I need to figure out how to not let it get me down so much.
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Even we might be getting a bit of rain tomorrow and Saturday. It won’t be much, but it will be fun if it happens.
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