Archive for Jun, 2018

Friday, 22 June 2018

Hardy Plant Society Study Weekend

presented by the Northwest Perennial Alliance

Guthrie Garden, Woodinville

Allan’s photo

Magazine articles and a photo album made for good reading at the entryway.

So I only saw the top level of this garden, and the view from the deck.  I will start with my photos and then switch to Allan’s.

Tour guests were asked to ring this gong on the way down the stairs.

looking down from the deck

on the deck

Now for Allan’s photos.

You can read more about this garden here and here (which has just the sort of walk-through description that I like in a tour post).

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Friday, 22 June 2018

Hardy Plant Society Study Weekend

presented by the Northwest Perennial Alliance

Ella Garden, Woodinville

Ella herself

We were surprised to see a tiny bunny by the front lawn dining on stickery barberries, of all choices.  We learned that rabbits are quite a problem in the Woodinville gardens and also at the Anderson School garden in downtown Bothell.

Allan’s photo

A moss and lichen lover could spend a long time admiring this bench.

into the back garden

The box marked a danger spot in the lawn.

in the back garden (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

I do love golden foliage.

Allan’s photo

that burbling sound

on the easy access deck

looking back

Allan’s photo of baby podophyllums

podophyllum’s hidden flowers (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

I covet this metal orb.

Allan’s photo

How do people grow such perfect hostas? I have given up.

In front of the house again:

You can read about the Woodinville garden club here.

We have only begun to tour, and will continue posting twice a day as we explore all of the gardens yet in store for us.


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Friday, 22 June 2018

Hardy Plant Society Study Weekend

presented by the Northwest Perennial Alliance

At an hour when we are usually sound asleep, Allan went to the third floor of the Mcmenamins Anderson School Hotel to get us coffee from the principal’s office (which is a bar in the evenings).

at the Anderson School

Alison, author of the Bonney Lassie blog, met us at the hotel in the early morning and did the driving.  This was wonderful for us, as she is used to city driving, and the satnav system on her Prius makes ours look like something prehistoric.  By sitting in the back seat, I did not see all of the scary traffic and had a much easier day (as did Allan).  You can read her excellent post about some foliage combinations that she liked (and didn’t) right here.

garden one: Coney Hillside Retreat in Woodinville

I always prefer to see gardens made by the garden owners.  One of my favourite gardening quotations is this: Nobody can design a more satisying garden for you than the one that you think out for yourself. It could take years, but in the doing of it, you should be in paradise. -Mary Keen

the path to the garden

on the right, partway up

A lot of the gardens had metal alliums of different sorts.  I want some!

the bocce ball court

Allan’s photo

a comfy place to watch the games

on the left across from the court

up the hill (Allan’s photo)

stairs going up and an outdoor fireplace

I kept to the gradually rising path rather than the stairs.

at the front terrace (Allan’s photo)

one level up, the giant checkerboard

the front terrace and wine cellar

Allan’s photo

I walked across the front of the house and looked down the stairs…

front patio

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

and entered the garden the back way, behind the greenhouse.

Allan’s photo

I joined another tour guest in liking this ladder idea; I had seen it before but, like many ideas, had forgotten it.

in the greenhouse (Allan’s photo)

The kind owner was giving away jade plants. (Allan’s photo)

wine bottle planters (Allan’s photo)

the hillside of the back garden

path to the greenhouse

the pond, showing the waterfall stairs

enormous koi

We admired the big rock slab for fish to hide under.

Allan’s photo

me and Alison by the pond


one of the sit spots

Allan went up the stairs by the waterfall.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

at the head of the waterfall (Allan’s photo)


on the hillside

stairs to the deck

With brace and cane, I can no longer do stairs without railings; I never know when my balance will just give out.  Even though I can usually find ways to view the gardens, I am grateful that Allan is available to fetch me a glass of lemonade.

Allan’s photo

another ladder shelf

I left the back garden at the end most tour guests would have entered by, and looked back to appreciate their first impression.

another foliar view as I departed

on the way back down (Allan’s photo)

a good plant tag (Allan’s photo, of a plant he admired)

the petasites in question (Allan’s photo)

I don’t think we could grow petasites because of snails.

I was so absorbed in looking at the garden that I did not hear the music wafting about.  Allan and Alison assured me it was there.

You can enjoy another walk through this peaceful garden, three years ago, in the Linda Letters blog, right here.







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Thursday, 21 June 2018

After watering the Shelburne Hotel garden, we began our trip. (We may be publishing twice a day until the whole trip story of many gardens is told; otherwise, this blog will end up a month behind real time.)

In South Bend, we had coffee and scones at Elixir Coffee, overlooking the Willapa River.

I like this rusty metal railing next to Elixir.

by Elixir entrance

Elixir inside and deck

the deck

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo…the perfect motto for me.

From there, we (meaning Allan) drove to the Kingston Ferry.

in Montesano (about one fourth of the way there)

Even the traffic in Kingston had me seriously wanting to turn around and go home, never mind the loss of money for the event and hotel reservations.  However, we persevered.

my view of a passenger on the Kingston Ferry

Allan’s photo

I was glad that the drive from Edmonds, on the other side of the water, to the city of Bothell was only half an hour; we arrived at 8:15 PM on the longest day of the year.

The Hardy Plant Study Weekend would begin early the next morning.  Meanwhile, we checked into the

McMenamins Anderson School hotel,

a converted old junior high school with extensive landscaping.  As soon as we had parked, I felt that seeing the garden made the trip worthwhile. All McMenamins hotels and restaurants are known for their landscaping.  In 2014, we toured the gardens of their Kennedy School Hotel in Portland.

Riz Reyes is the Gardens Manager at the Anderson School, and before our trip was over, we would get to spend two and a half hours with him on a tour of the garden.  This evening, we simply walked around marveling and appreciating.

A drought tolerant garden by our far flung parking spot. The hotel is the tall red building in the distance; the closer building is one of the hotel restaurants.

loved the edging of old wine barrel hoops

thrilled to see Moon Carrot (Seseli gummiferum)

garden admirers (Allan’s photo)

Echinacea pallida in a meadow garden as one approached the hotel

the meadow garden

The check in office is to the far right, above, at the end of that covered walkway, but we did not realize that yet.  So we started walking along the sidewalk to the front entrance of the building.  I was carrying my pillow and one bag.

now walking along the front of the old junior high school

For those who don’t know, back when I was in school, junior high housed grades 7-9, ages about 12-14.

After entering the building and wandering a bit of the first floor, clutching my pillow in a elderly waifl-ike fashion, I asked a guest where to check in.  We then left the building and finally found the check in office and then, on our way to the room, appreciated the courtyard gardens.

Railings and arbours and sculptures by the same craftsman are to be seen at many McMenamins venues.

The metal worker’s name is Jeff Allen.

I had managed to book a basement room that could be entered, with no stairs, from a corner door, down a long exterior walkway and through a sort of work corridor for the restaurants and past stacks of wood for the courtyard outdoor fireplaces.  (I wish I had photographed the good looking stacks of firewood.)

looking back toward the check in office

It was 8:45 PM and I was grateful for the longest day.

I later learned this fragrant rose is ‘The Poet’s Wife’.

The basement hotel rooms look out at ground level.

Each room has a name, often named for a student, a teacher, or a Bothell citizen of note.  Ours was called The Willow People.  That could not have been more perfect.


willow and rushes painted on the bathroom wall

The history of the Willow People was in a frame on the wall both inside and outside of the room.

We did not have time over the weekend to read any of the books in the room.

Another book. My mother used to tell me I was a late bloomer.

The view out of our room window does show the beautifully stacked wood in the covered corridor.

from our window

We went back outside and walked through the gardens some more before having dinner.

We found the sloping kitchen garden which supplies some delicacies for the restaurants.

variegated horseradish

on our garden walk (Allan’s photo)

We found the building that has a big salt water swimming pool that is partly open to the sky.

the salt water pool (Allan’s photo)

I wanted to dine at the North Shore Lagoon tiki bar (its menu looked best, tropical in flair, of the three or four restaurants on the acreage).  A long flight of stairs daunted me and the elevator was too scary looking, like a giant shabby dumbwaiter.

We chose the ground level Tavern on the Square instead.

view from our table

another view from our table

We shared a delicious pizza.

the walk back to our room through the magical garden

garden by night (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

hotel corridor (Allan’s photo)

The only flaw in the hotel’s many amenities is that the rooms do not have little refrigerators for leftovers (or any way to make a cup of tea), nor is there an ice machine.  I needed ice for my ice pack for chronic neuralgia, and after we went back to our room, Allan had to go begging at three different restaurants before someone had time to fill the ice bucket that was available in the room (with instructions to get ice from a restaurant…woe betide if they had all closed!)  The room was dark and quiet and, unusually for being away from home, I was asleep by midnight instead of the usual 2 AM and I slept the sound sleep of the exhausted.




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Wednesday, 20 June 2018

Even though we had watered Long Beach and more on Monday, we watered there again because we won’t have time for the city gardens tomorrow before we leave for the Hardy Plant Study Weekend.

The Depot Restaurant

Even though ALL I wanted to do was water today so I could get home early (I hadn’t even packed yet!), I checked the whacked escallonia at the Depot garden immediately and saw that it was finally greening up.  I could not resist fixing its bad haircut look.


clamshell railroad driving tour sign


north side of dining deck

east side of restaurant

The Red Barn Arena

We skipped Diane’s garden and Klipsan Beach Cottages this week (because the garden owners will water) but thought we had better water the Red Barn plants.

no time to string trim the edge

Long Beach

I have been fretting over how the plants would do without a good watering between today and Tuesday the 26th.  Fortunately, cool weather and some drizzle is predicted.

Salvia ‘Black and Bloom’

Even after I had done a bit of trimming on the police station roses, I felt they needed cutting back today. Especially when I saw a family skirting by the part with wide roses and crocosmia.  The Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ just cannot be there.  This project would have to follow watering.

not the enough sidewalk

Someone left gifts.

I like the new paint job on the former Campiche Gallery building.

Here it was before:

Google street view

As you can see, the upper windows have been replaced and some of the gingerbread is gone.

In the planter across the street from that building, this ‘Popsocks’ cosmos…

made a good color match for this agastache:

Agastache ‘Acapulco Salmon and Pink’

another interesting ‘Popsocks’ cosmos

lavender, California poppies, Allium christophii

Even though most of the alliums have been broken or taken, there are still enough to elicit many questions from passersby.  One woman gave me an especially nice compliment, that she loves flowers and has been overjoyed walking around town.

We do get a lot of compliments.  Perhaps I should quote them more but it seems like boasting if I do.  I did get rather a backwards one today in a message from a friend whose gardening skills I admire: “I just so absolutely love your gardens at the port. They are so bright and lovely. I know you hadn’t planted the ones in the Long Beach planters but I wish those were as vibrant as your gardens in Ilwaco. They would have better uniformity.”  Hmmm.  It’s a compliment but not….not…quite.  I replied with thanks and added that a lot of the planters still have plants from volunteer days so some are rather shrubby.  I felt a bit flummoxed.

I do often think it would be good if someone else was coming along behind us to take over and do a fresh job on the planters, someone who would not be hesitant in what to plant, as I am, because of finger blight.

a bee on a heuchera (Allan’s photo)

Bees love our planters.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

one of the shrubby planters at its best (Allan’s photos)

Allan had to skip this planter and come back to it “when there were only four people sitting on it.”

We do have to ask people to move off the benches as we proceed through town with our hoses.

Allan’s photo

When I finished watering my half of the planters, I was pleased to see that Allan had finished his and was working on the rose pruning.


after (Allan’s photos)

While he cleaned up the sidewalk, I weeded the Veterans Field flag pavilion garden.

my version of a red white and blue garden: Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ and Salvia ‘May Night’ and a blue agastache

Finally, we watered the planters on the Sid Snyder Drive beach approach.

a dianthus in a planter that has been totally redone since volunteer days; some of the plaques are still attached.

echinops in a Sid Snyder planter (Allan’s photo)

the westernmost planter that needs to be bucket watered (Allan’s photo)

We were not quite done, because the World Kite Museum is on Sid Snyder and I realized we had not checked its little garden for at least two weeks if not much longer.

Fortunately, it looked fine.

I went home to pack and to water with six different sprinklers, one after another, while Allan watered the Ilwaco planters again.  We had been going to do that tomorrow before leaving, till we realized two things: It won’t make much difference if they get watered at eight o clock tonight or 11 AM tomorrow, and if we water tonight, we can recharge the water trailer battery so it is ready in case of emergency (like if we never return and someone else has to water!)

While watering the Ilwaco planters, Allan saw some excitement with our volunteer fire department.

Along with what looked like a training exercise, they hung a banner.

Thursday, 21 June 2018

Before leaving on our trip, we gave the Shelburne Hotel garden a good watering.

looking north

looking south

over the fence

It took a little longer than we had planned because Allan went upstairs to look at the pots on the various decks and balconies.  The plants up there are in sad shape.  We are waiting for new pots to appear and then we will address that problem.  Here are his upstairs views of the back garden:

in one of the suites

If all goes well, our next post should begin the story of our upcoming garden tour extravaganza.  We may publish the garden tour posts more than once a day to avoid having this blog fall a month behind real time.  I have mixed feelings about posting so often, but hey…I’m not forcing anyone to read it and I have an intense autistic need to post events in the correct order rather than saving tour posts for the wintertime.





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Tuesday, 19 June 2018

Ilwaco post office with Asiatic lilies and Stipa gigantea

Mike’s garden

My plan for today had been just to water the port curbside gardens.  However, I had seen on the Plant Idents Facebook group that the little geranium which had recently started running rampant in Mike’s garden is on the noxious weed list, common name Shiny Geranium.  So I pulled a bag of it while Allan worked some more on Mike’s back garden.

The red is Geranium lucidum.

suddenly all over the narrow north side of the garden


The geranium went into a tied shut garbage bag.

The north side of the house is a dry and drab area that is mostly used as a path.    I have not tried to do much of anything to make it better.

Today, however, I realized that the buried path (because of some construction) was not going to reappear by itself.

We moved an entry area sideways to get away from a big Escallonia iveyi…

Allan’s before…

and after

And Allan brought the rest of the path back after I moved an H block and found the pavers (and moved some of them sideways for an easier route).



We both worked on making dirt paths reappear in the woodsy back yard.

Allan’s before…

and after

A path circles the tree again.

Port of Ilwaco

We watered from one end to the other, randomly because the Pavilion was being pressure washed, which threw us off our proper order.

I must remember to be on the lookout for some good semi shade plants to re-do these pots at OleBob’s Café.  The pampas grass, mostly dead, was not a wise choice.

We did not do it!

Another vandalized Eryngium at the Riverszen garden:

Allan’s photos

trashed for no reason other than the will to damage beauty

an undamaged Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ (Allan’s photo)

At the west end, the oxeye daisies in the driest spot are starting to die off, so time was spent clipping them back.  (Often I just pull them.)

I applied fish fertilizer to the Time Enough Books garden, which does worst of all even though we have done it longest and with much love.  It was terrible soil under river rock.  We removed a lot of rock, added mulch, and yet…it struggles.  It probably gets the most water, too, because sometimes bookstore owner Karla waters it.

We weeded the curbside garden at the former Shorebank, which is going to be a hotel called At the Helm (with a pub!).

Allan went on to water the east end, while I went home to try to get ready for our trip.

east end garden (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

at home

I was home soon enough to garden for a short while.

back garden looking south

Sunday I got seven or eight barrows of compost from compost bin one.  Today, this was all I got by getting to the bottom of bin two.

It was almost all dried up ornamental grass stalks.  I had not been able to properly mix green and brown, due to a shortage of green in early spring.

I noticed that the leaves of the golden hypericum that I pruned radically not long ago have turned splotchy and ugly.

I had to cut it down again, and in the process snapped off a new lily.

Call the WAHmbulance over the poor lily.

Now I wish ever so much I had just left that golden shrub alone in the first place.

Once you cut it, you can’t put it back.

There were consolations.

Mermaid rose on the arbour

Paul’s Himalayan Musk rose

pink and yellow rose whose name I have forgotten

The rose that was here when we bought the place.

close up; it is fragrant and once blooming

with Clematis ‘Etoile Violette’

I do not want to leave my garden even for a trip to see other splendid gardens.


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Monday, 18 June 2018

By the time this publishes a week after it happened, we will, if all goes well, have returned from a five day trip to the Big City for the Hardy Plant Society Study Weekend.  Oh, how I have fretted and been filled with dread about the trip (and city traffic) because in some ways I am almost agoraphobic, and because it worries me to leave my garden and our jobs during summer.  We registered in January and I have been anxious for months!  I have been so tempted to cancel, time after time, till I missed the deadline for being able to get one’s money back.

We planned on a short week of mostly watering (which certainly won’t last while we are gone).

Long Beach

Allan watered the trees and a few planters while I watered the rest of the planters.

This tree, with Panicum ‘Heavy Metal’ and an unfortunate amount of weed grass mixed in, probably looks like nothing but weeds to all but the most avid fan of ornamental grass.

Eryngium under a tree (Allan’s photos)

with lychnis and Geranium ‘A.T. Johnson’

Allan found a rock.

Allan saw Bernardo from Abbracci Coffee bringing coffee grounds to our trailer…

The nice green bucket was a parting gift to us. We are sad because Bernardo and Tony have sold Abbracci and are moving back to the city.  (A new owner will reopen on June 26th, the day this publishes, in fact!)

California poppies and cerinthe

California poppies and diascia

a rather insipidly pink ‘Popsocks’ cosmos

agastaches on both sides of the street

agastache, Diascia ‘Blackthorn Apricot’, Calif. poppies

pink oenothera

This pink oenothera always reminds me of Ann Lovejoy and of the first time I heard her give a garden lecture (that changed my life).

Cosmos ‘Sonata’, (below)  a better color than ‘Popsocks’ (above)

This tree, I believe, had run under the sidewalk to the nearby planter…

and popped up!

This formerly yellow climbing rose was planted years ago by a volunteer, and has now reverted to the red flowering rootstock:

It’s roots go so deep we can’t get it out, even though it is in a ridiculous place and wants to wave into traffic.  It takes constant cutting back.  I remembered how many volunteers tried to grow something up the lamp post and how that never worked out well.

I am thrilled that after being stark white for a couple of weeks, Wind World Kites and The Candy Man got brightly painted again.

We weeded in Fifth Street Park, which is probably so wild with Sanguisorba ‘Pink Elephant’ in bud that it reads like a mess to most viewers right now.

Better soon, I hope.

Allan found and pulled a mess of bindweed in the back corner of the SE quadrant.

We regained some energy with crab rolls at Captain Bob’s Chowder.


Shelburne Hotel

We watered and weeded.  I was encouraged to see the garden had made it from Thursday watering to Monday without much stress. That bodes well for our being gone for five days.

The wisteria needs pruning as it is reaching for the gutters.  Soon! I clipped at it just a bit.

from the pub deck

You can see where the new owners pulled it off the building.

front garden, looking north

A pretty rose at the back of the front garden:

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ and Allium christophii (Allan’s photo)

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ (Allan’s photo)

and looking south

I wish we had time to dine at the pub, but more watering called.


I did a walkabout of the planters while Allan watered them.

before pulling chickweed


halfway to the boatyard, Allan watering in the distance

I watered at the boatyard while Allan finished his planter rounds.

At home, after a mere eight hour day, I petted my elderly neighbor, Rudder.

Allan went on to water the Post Office and Fire Station volunteer gardens, making his day even longer.

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Sunday, 17 June 2018

at home

Rose ‘Paul’s Himalayan Musk’ and bright blue skies

Midmorning, I started sifting compost from bin two.  My goal was to mulch the edges of the center bed as far as possible.


at least a foot of good compost at the bottom of the bin

I did not get even one barrow full before I gave up and went inside.  It was too hot…in the low 80s.  I worked on billing and blog posts instead, waiting for the day to cool down.

I did not get back outside again till five.

my view while sifting compost

all the way to the bottom of bin two

Bin two was turned into bin one. Bin three will be turned into bin two.

I was able to mulch all down the east side and the front of the center bed.

my audience

And I got my small batch of ladies in waiting planted.

In the evening, because of the extra hot day and because Sunday is the quiet day there, Allan watered at the

Ilwaco Community Building.

fern at the entrance to the library

same fern after cutting off the last year’s fronds

another fern that Allan trimmed up today


Earlier this weekend, I finished the fourth in Virginia Ironside’s Marie Sharp series.  I do hope there will be a fifth one, seeing Marie into her 70s.

I knew exactly which documentary she refers to in this passage:

…The first of the Paradise Lost trilogy.  I have watched them all, the earlier ones twice, and it is a strange thing to find such a documentary enjoyable to watch.

When Marie goes to buy an iPhone:

I am a fan of Piet Oudolf, so i was terribly amused at this passage about a garden made by Marie’s friend James.

Marie follows David’s example and goes on to say, “It’s not like a normal garden, true…

I discovered Virginia Ironside by reading (three times in all) her book about pet loss, Goodbye Dear Friend.  So of course, the passage about Marie burying her cat is perfect.

You might not want to read it; it had me in tears.  It is at the end of this blog post so you won’t miss anything if you stop right here.

I still miss my heart cat Smoky and my good feline friend Calvin and can’t even bear to put their ashes in the ground yet.



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Saturday, 16 June 2018

at home

Dipplarhena moraea, still blooming by the bogsy wood

I finished the east fence garden (south end) that I had left to go to dinner last night and went on to weed the entire big east bed.  That felt wonderful.

I got the front garden weeded, even more wonderful.  You can see from last week’s photo how weedy it was along the edges.

much better now

Back garden, pretty well weeded:

east bed

west Rozanne Loop

I decided to put a nice crisp edge on the Rozanne loop (around the center bed of Geranium Rozanne).

before, 4:50 PM

7:21 PM

Skooter by the arbour beds I weeded yesterday

Meanwhile, in the late afternoon, Allan had gone to work weeding at the

Ilwaco Community Building.

small garden beds in front


rhododendrons to deadhead


bulb foliage before


Allium schubertii




at home

Allan had the idea of ending the day with a campfire dinner.  He set it all up and dumped most of my wheelbarrows of heavy sod edging and, just before campfire time, he helped me set into place my “stone troughs” (actually water meter thingies from Long Beach).

Skooter had “helped” lay the landscape fabric.

like a cat when you try to make the bed

in place

At 9 PM, I got the edging done just in time for sunset.

My edger-pushing leg got tired before doing the right side edge.

east side of campfire lawn

The heavy cement bench is still not installed….

But i finally figured out that I want it at the curved end of the Rozanne (center) bed below, and I made the edge wider to make room for it.

Now we need a strong friend to help Allan lift it into place.  I cannot even budge part of it, it is so heavy.  In fact, I told Allan a few days ago that I want to just give it away, that it was a mistake on my part to buy something so heavy and difficult…but he wants to keep it.

Bogsy Wood sky at night

Allan’s photo, campfire for roasting a sausage dinner


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Friday, 15 June 2018

at home

I had a newly refreshed but mercifully small batch of ladies in waiting.

The Angelica gigas from Digging Dog that had looked pitiful and then dead has put out a new leaf.  I was thrilled.

I have up-potted and I am holding it and two shrubs to plant when I have time to monitor and water them carefully.

Sadly, the variegated Azara seems to be going downhill.

I began my weeding day with enthusiasm, clearing two areas to the side of the arbour through which one enters the back garden.

No before photo, but that wheelbarrow of weeds and a half buried plant table came out of here:

The low plant table will now be useful, unless I fill it with more plants.

I was upset to find, when I went around to check on new plants, a new  baby ornamental grass pulled out of the ground and all dried up.

I am sure the culprit was a grass eating cat, probably orange, who happens to like sleeping in that part of the garden.  I threw the grass in a bucket of water, hoping for a miracle.  Now I just have to remember to get it back out of the bucket and plant it with a ground staple.

not so innocent prime suspect

Big excitement—I found this rose blooming, and I am pretty sure it is a start I made (in my usual haphazard stick a cutting in the ground way) from my mom’s copper rose, a cutting that I planted before i brought the actual “copper rose” bush to live here.

Doesn’t it look like the same rose as the on the bigger bush, below?:

Maybe not.

New lily is not the best colour combo with mom’s “red velvet rose”.

As I weeded, I saw something in the east bed that was almost buried by foliage (like the plant table had been).


after, an old leaky birdbath

After his nap, Skooter “helped” me all afternoon.

running after me

sitting on my feet

At 5:45, with only an hour to go before a dinner engagement, I began work on the east fence bed that usually gets the last of my attention.


weeding as fast as I can

one hour later

It was frustrating to stop.  Usually at this time of year, we have our North Beach Garden Gang dinner at eight.  Tonight, though, we wanted to go to OleBob’s Café at the port, which has just started their dinner hours for the summer.  And they close at eight.  Our favourite server, Lynn, works there.


named after two fishermen friends, Ole and Bob.

Todd and his son Dawson were there to meet us, and we were soon joined by Dave and Melissa.

Todd and I mostly talked about how he has, at my recommendation to the Anchorage Cottages owners, taken on that garden that Allan and I used to do.  I am glad it is in good hands because, even though we left it when our friend and manager did, we did not want it to go to weeds.

delicious crab pasta (Allan’s photo)

crab empanada dinner

I had let go of my urge to stay home and weed till dark.  I knew I had two more days off to accomplish my weekend goals.






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