Archive for Apr, 2020

Tuesday, 14 April 2020

I finished the last part of the back garden’s west edge, a difficult area of grass entwined with shrubs and roses.


I forgot to take an after photo. It was hard, scratchy work getting at those grasses.

After from the following Saturday:

The Root Slayer shovel was invaluable at digging the tough corner outside the fence, removing Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ and a vigorously running helianthus that likes to come under the fence.


Yesterday evening, Roxanne of the Basket Case Greenhouse had dropped off some groceries for us, milk and eggs and cottage cheese, things we could get by without but it is so much more interesting to have them. Tonight she dropped off an order of potting soil and some veg plants along with a gift of a tulip and some fragrant violas.


In the evening, I walked back to the Bogsy Wood and took better photos of my recent accomplishments there.


I picked a few narcissi for the house. The ones with the small cups are often fragrant.
68E90EED-AC5C-48DD-85C9-ACADD604E18FD1D746C6-94FC-4942-935E-4DF774C980D408CD9FE1-0271-4ABA-A5EB-064B1F23BD08Allan made pumpkin bread. Delicious. For a year, I had been cutting way back on sugar. Now…who cares. Comfort food is the order of the day. Momma’s little baby likes pumpkin bread.


We had the great pleasure of watching the beginning of the new season of Deadliest Catch. Late last week, we had caught an excellent special about how the captains and crew are now following the stay at home orders and urging viewers to follow suit.


Pandemic News

In Alaska, the latest fishing season is about to open and people are scared of Covid-19 being imported.

In California, the pandemic creates more difficulty for farm workers.

And the U.K. also has issues about the treatment of and reliance on migrant farm workers.

Meanwhile, in South Africa, lions are napping on roadways during the shutdown just like my cats like to nap on the driveway next door.

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Monday, 13 April 2020

After sleeping late, due to insomnia, and swearing to myself I will give up Benadryl because it makes me a bit dizzy, and after reading the horrible news and local Covid-related Facebook postings, I had a planned visit from Our Lezlie of Tides West. While running some essential errands, she stopped by to pick up a couple of flats of plant starts for her garden.
After she left, I got all sentimental about the way things used to be and remembered our Pimms Party from last summer.
In the back garden, I admired some of the tulips that just keep blooming….

….and then embarked upon my next project, the weeding of the long narrow west side of the back garden.
Looking over the Good Ship Ann Lovejoy down the west side:

I started with the southwest corner.

The foxgloves in the photo above are very likely from seeds sent me by Ann Lovejoy with the hope that some might be peloric.

What in the world is this on the slowly rotting Danger Tree snag? It is firm but spongy to touch.

Halfway up the west side of the garden is a vast swathe of meianthemum. I will never win the battle with this native shade plant…

…especially since it is coming from the other side of the fence.

I wonder why I have a big cluster of double narcisi, when I do not especially like.

I do like these, though:

I will ask Allan to work his way into the shrubbery and dig out this blackberry.

He did, the next day.

By 6:30, I had got this far…

…and have this far to go to get to the gate.

But I was thoroughly out of steam.

Just look at these big lily shoots coming out of the new mulch!

After midnight, Allan walked to the post office. This time he took his camera and got photos of what the lobby is like now.

He also photographed the midnight garden.

I have not seen it for a month… I had thought of going to tidy it on Sunday, but did not because of my weeding obsession at home. I wish our mail came to our house. We could go just once a week were it not for the tax form that we need which still is not here!


In Pandemic News, this graphic is both disheartening in its prediction of a year of disruption…

…and hopeful regarding a vaccine being available by next March.

I don’t see much hope for us to have our usual glorious Ilwaco Halloween. We were so looking forward to it being on a Saturday, with a full moon, and up till the beginning of March I was already counting the months. Then all normal anticipation ended.

Seen on Facebook, from The Little Spooky Studio…

…but I doubt we can save it. I will be what, 71? before it comes around to Saturday again. Should we live so long.

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Sunday, 12 April 2020

I continued the Bogsy Wood weeding project.

Telling myself that long grass is good for insects did not work; I became obsessed and pulled it all in the southeast corner, where I am pleased to report that the willow starts I stuck in last year a growing. Eventually, I may be able to make a willow arbor or cave here. I may throw some rough compost in here also to improve the hard and heavy soil.

The sit spot:

The bridge swale:

East side Bogsy Wood:


I broke a ho mi in that area.

It was an off brand ho mi with a differently shape than the ones we usually buy from Lee Valley Tools. You can see a video of our favorite hand tool here.

At least I have left long grass and plenty of it in the wild area outside the south fence, where we have a bluebell wood, of scilla, not of the choice English bluebells.

Some scenes around the garden during the day:

Allan’s photo

That gorgeous chaenomeles that I got from Cistus Nursery

Physocarpus ‘Dart’s Gold’

Double primula and pulmonaria

The campfire lawn and new arbors

In Allan’s garden

The Good Ship Ann Lovejoy (not yet the Food Ship)

Assorted species tulips…

I am concerned that one division of my grandma’s sweetheart rose has distorted foliage.

The other division is fine.

Perhaps some Dr Earth fertilizer will put it right. I hope it is not a scary new rose disease I have read about.

Meanwhile, Allan’s boat project is proceeding apace.

The work board tonight:

Meanwhile, in Michigan, there is some contention of restrictions on landscape maintenance during the stay at home order. Even access to plants and soil has been restricted, but the mayor of Roseville disagrees.

“According to Governor Whitmer’s current executive order, landscaping is not deemed an essential service.

Embattled Warren mayor Jim Fouts is also among those fighting back, saying he won’t ticket those residents who hire lawn care services.

“I respectfully disagree with the interpretation that it’s not an essential service. I think it clearly is an essential service,” Fouts told WXYZ Action News. “I’ve received a number of calls from senior citizens, from people with special needs, they may be wheelchair-bound, a number of things — but they aren’t able to do their lawn.”

The city of Roseville’s Police Department issued a statement via Facebook, saying that they consider basic landscaping services as essential to sustaining sanitary conditions, as not tending to overgrowth could result in stormwater system issues or rodent infestations. Residents will be allowed to mow their own lawns or hire a service to do so, but those contractors hired must comply with the executive order and CDC guidelines. “

Here is the police department statement.


More pandemic news, because it is always a shadow over every day.

Second wave of infection in Japan bodes ill for us…

Grocery store workers lack sick leave. And yet they are among the most essential workers.

And from Canada, found when I searched to see how Lasqueti Island, home of my friend Bryan, was doing in these times:


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Saturday, 11 April 2020

I did not get out into the garden till mid afternoon, being awfully slow to start. I can’t blame it on Covid, as it is often thus on days off.
I liked the blue innards of these deadheaded tulips.


The cats were snoozy in the garden.

Usually, I don’t have time to weed the Bogsy Wood till the velvet grasses are so big that I need a pick to remove them. Not so this year.
The east hillock before…


…and an hour and a half later.
I do not know why there are two mounds or hillocks in the alder grove. I suspect they are built on piles of old debris.  They used to be all salmonberry until a very droughty summer when even the salmonberry died because, I think, it was raised above the water table.

The west hillock, before…


….with long shadows from the trees, and an hour later.
By now it was six PM. I pecked away at the sit spot for a short while…


All the sword ferns are unfurling.
Because of a pleasantly low wind day, we had a campfire dinner.
The Bogsy Wood, while not fully weeded yet, has never looked this good at this time of year. White narcissi glowed in the almost dusk.

Jazmin likes a campfire, and, as Mike Starrhill says, is a good snoopervisor.
Allan’s photos:



Some closely related pandemic news stories

The pandemic could affect food supplies


Concerns about food supply and power grid in Canada

And yet despite concerns about the food supply, in the USA…

White House seeks to lower farmworker pay.


The farm workers’ coronavirus crisis puts them in danger because of their work and housing being unsafely overcrowded….and at the same time, in the previous article, it is suggested they get paid less!

Meanwhile, The Daily Mail’s view of the USA is apocalyptic as thousands line up for food banks.

And speaking of lining up, this story about desperately sick people having to sleep in their cars overnight to get tested made me wonder how they went to the bathroom, especially since intestinal upsets are one of the Covid symptoms, and I could not even imagine having to do this with a bad case of the flu. What misery. What a broken system.

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We have not been to Long Beach since mid March. Our friend Gail Goldberg sent us photos today of some of the parks and planters.

I was so happy to see how good it is looking.


Street tree beds:

Veterans Field:

Fifth Street Park, with Magic Millie, who is “as sweet as she is pretty.” It has been almost a month since we have been allowed to work in this park.

Police station with Lilac Wonder tulips.

Thank you, Gail. It was wonderful to see this. I knew if I went up there in person, I would be too frustrated not being able to work.

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Friday, 10 April 2020

I got the joy of puttering, an unusual pleasure because I am usually under pressure to get things done in limited time. Now time stretches on with over 20 more spring days before we MAY get back to work. We hear from reliable first hand sources that the police continue to actually stop jobbing gardeners and mowers from working, in a random sort of way, probably based on people calling to report on them.

I combined two more wheelbarrows of mulch with potting soil to stretch out the latter, redid some weedy pots of ornamentals, and prepared some more boxes for planting seeds.


By late afternoon. I had the driveway clear of the last of the eight yards of mulch, and Allan used the blower to make it pristine again.

I took a page from Kilyn’s book and stashed some extra mulch in stacked large pots.

I then planted my birthday present plants, an order I made with a gift certificate from Our Kathleen (although I did go overboard while reading the Plant Delights catalog).

The three plants above will reward people for walking to the south end of the big west bed.

An eryngium that likes the damp!

A golden astilbe!

Skooter tried to help.

Perhaps he felt he matched.

In a sunny bed, a tall rudbeckia.

Elsewhere in the garden…

The Bogsy Wood awaits weeding.

Salmonberries are in bloom. They are an early food for hummingbirds.

I hope my new silver cyclamen spreads as well as the one Kathleen gave me a start of.

If it does, she can have a good start of the silver one.

Epimediums trimmed so that the flowers show…

….and part of the same patch untrimmed.

I love the new foliage on the Corylopsis pauciflora…

…and my Euphorbia melliflera is in loose bud and already smelling like honey.

My phone camera focused on tulips instead of the small cupped narcissi I wanted to show off.

More narcissi…

Allan’s boat project continued.

Tonight we will have a new Gardeners’ World on BritBox and a couple of episodes of The Repair Shop on Netflix. I am grateful to Mr Tootlepedal for alerting us to such a soothing and charming show. I have never seen Allan so engaged with any documentary.

In pandemic news that personally affects us, I was concerned when I saw that Astoria has extended its shutdown till May 18th. If I lived and worked there, I would still be allowed to garden for a living. Not so in Washington State, and it now looks like our stay at home order will also be extended. While I certainly agree with their caution, for selfish and simply aesthetic reasons I do wish Washington would rethink its garden job ban. It will soon be past the point where there will be pleasure in bringing the gardens back. They will just be a hard and expensive slog, one that could have been avoided with wiser thinking by the state. And worse than our situation, there are self employed garden workers who are not going to have money for groceries all too soon.


Pandemic news

Tracking the virus in wastewater


Weekend closure of Seattle parks and beaches (my hometown)


Owners of vacation homes asked to stay away from Long Beach Peninsula

I just wish this horrible thing had waited for two more years till Our Kathleen had retired to her beach cottage.

Also here, they said it could not be done here but recreational clamming closed to out of state visitors.

And in other news of beaches on the east coast….

People trying to sneak onto closed North Carolina islands in the trunks of cars.


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Thursday, 9 April 2020

Before sleep last night, I found that John Lord’s Secret Garden had two new videos, including a nice long one partly about aconitums. (I would have worn gloves when handling that poisonous plant.) I felt soothed by watching him and learned the Irish name for the weed we call cleavers.

Falling asleep was not terribly hard but again I woke after only five hours. Not enough. I felt dizzy when I started wheelbarrowing the rest of our mulch pile. I blamed my pandemic related nightly Benadryl and simply must stop that drug habit!

The mulch pile this morning:

Allan came to the rescue and did the shoveling into the three wheelbarrows. He kept the mulch coming while I dumped and spread it.

I forgot to complain about the miserably cold strong wind yesterday. It was even worse today, the sort of wind that would normally keep me inside reading on a sunny day if I did not have a big project on.

Allan about to break on through to the other side:

There is still a bit of mulch on the driveway for mixing with potting soil and for another wheelbarrow load or two to some area. I’d need another few yards to completely do the garden; the front middle and east bed got none, nor did Allan’s garden, which is rather unfair considering how much work he did.

We were done with the east big bed and the east side bed by three, so Allan had time to work on his boat project.

He thought to do a “Map my Walk” 40 minutes into the wheelbarrowing project. Even with skipping the first 40 minutes, he got three miles in and these maps showing all the routes he took.

Closeup, with mileage

It does not make sense to me because there is no space shown for going around garden beds. I do believe the 3+ miles.


Even the Bogsy Wood edges got some mulch.

I am enormously pleased to get the mulching done. Now varied and pleasurable and less tiring garden tasks await.

Allan drilled holes in the bottom of some boxes that we had found some time ago in the free wood pile.

I put some of the small remaining pile of mulch onto the west front garden bed and mixed two wheelbarrows of potting soil and mulch together with some very small lava rock and some perlite to fill all the containers in the new kitchen garden enclosure.

Most of what I want to grow there (beans, a cucumber, even a zucchini) must wait for warmer weather.

I tried to get a clear phone photo of the catkins on my red-leaved Harry Lauder’s Walking Stick.

I had more success with some tulips on a plant table….

Allan’s photo in a concrete vault trough

….and a white flowered borage that I was thrilled to see.

I got the seeds last year from an Irish company called Seedaholics. This year, I was feeling too frugal to make yet another seed order so did not get any of their interesting seeds.

The pear tree is about to bloom.

When I was digging out celandine the other day, I found some little spuds in the ground which I am now chitting on the front porch.

Seeing that they were still not sprouted made me less worried about my seed potato order that has still not arrived. I did make an inquiry about it today, and the seed company sent an auto reply saying they are understaffed because of Covid-19 and will get back to me soon.

I am feeling so serious about growing food that I bought a new (used) book.

If not for the reason why we are home, I would be thoroughly loving this springtime in our own garden. I can become absorbed in the moment, and then remember what is always in the background, that the world is suffering so. Then sometimes I just briefly wail, if no one is nearby to hear, and tears come, and then I get back to gardening.

I was looking up the heron cam today to get a glimpse of one corner of Long Beach town. While the cam is still stuck on a dark night scene, I found this:

Our day to day calendar, which is usually filled with the names of work clients, is blank for the month except for zoom meetings and a couple of telly shows. “Safe” means two weeks from when we had to have social contact because of new van key.

I have a feeling that the stay at home will not be lifted on May 5th. It just seems endless to me now.

Heather Ramsay of our favorite gift shop, NIVA green, sent me some photos of the downtown Long Beach tulips on her block.


Pandemic news

Some sad news about economic survival, with one last article about something beautiful.

A warning of the worst economic crisis since the Depression

Allan heard three different dates mentioned while listening to the radio today: worst since 1920, worst since 1940, or worst since 1970.

I have felt that a depression was coming, although I did not think pandemic would be the cause–even though I also feared a pandemic, because I am a catastrophizer. I have been mentally preparing to give up luxuries like restaurant meals and expensive plants in two years when we planned to partially retire. I know I can be relentlessly frugal; I have had to be that way in the past. One of the hardest things is telling friends no, I can’t go out to coffee/lunch/dinner/your birthday.


Nearly a third of tenants did not pay rent this month.

And a fierce statement about grocery store workers. I am not going to censor the language, because worker solidarity!

And for the something beautiful, people in India can see the Himalayas again.

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8 April: soil and keys

Wednesday, 8 April 2020

I had a horrible night worrying about the van being useless to us if there were a tsunami. Even worse, I noticed before trying to go to sleep that there was a spot of blood on the pillow where Skooter sleeps right next to my head. A Benadryl topped off with a valerian (when the Benadryl did not work) gave me four hours of sleep. I woke in a roiling panic about how to get Skooter to the vet with no vehicle and in a time of social distancing, topped off with my reluctance to ask for favors. Surprisingly, I fell back asleep for an hour and dreamed of a gardening job I used to have twenty years ago at the Moby Dick Hotel.

I was awake again at nine, in time to prepare for our soil delivery by tarping the ends of our new gravel paths. (First, I checked Skooter over, and could find no injuries. Allan said maybe the blood was from a mouse! I will be monitoring Skooter carefully. Update: It is now Saturday evening and he seems fine.)

The soil mix, from Peninsula Landscape Supply, arrived before ten. We learned that a lot of people are ordering soil now to make vegetable beds. It smelled nicely of chicken manure.

I am hoping that by mulching the back garden’s sunny beds, I will be able to incorporate more veg into them, like another teepee for beans.

Adam Frost (“Frosty”) of Gardeners’ World is to blame for this mulch project. I had been planning to eke out what I could of compost and chopped leaves before watching him host GW this past Friday and spread a delicious looking load of “aged horse manure”.

I’ve noticed that Monty Don also uses horse manure, which seems so odd to me, because whenever I have used it, I have gotten an infestation of tall, strong rooted pasture grass. Maybe mine was never well aged enough.

I then watched most of a mid morning Zoom meeting hosted by local business and tourism experts on the topic of how businesses can get financial help. So far, none of it seems to apply to businesses like ours without employees. (Update: We have applied for a small emergency grant offered by our county. The big national loan/sort of grant is not one that applies to our situation.)

Soon after my Zooming, the locksmith arrived, a specialist all the way from Astoria, because it takes a specialist to make fancy electronic keys for vehicles.

He was ever so nice, interesting and personable. Allan and I sat on the Nora house back porch with good social distancing while the three of us tried and failed to solve the world’s current problems. You can find this very nice guy at Coastal Lock-N-Key.

The fancy electronic key cost a quarter of a thousand dollars. That was a very expensive mowing job that had resulted in the keys getting mulched.

Allan had to go to the post office during the day and go INSIDE to get a replacement post office box key. He wore a mask from his work shop. Now it is in quarantine for four days. Unfortunately, he forgot his camera so no photo of the post office garden, which he has not seen in daylight for two weeks. I am pleased to report that our beloved postal workers are safely ensconced behind a plastic shield.

Now we have lost our stay at home feeling of safety from the virus for two weeks. On April 22nd, if we don’t have to go out again except for the dreaded midnight trip to the post office,I will feel safe again.

Allan helped me spread the soil, after I started and then whinged on a bit about all the good I am going to do by growing some veg. (All work photos by Allan.)

Skooter took an interest.

By the end of the day, we were maybe halfway through the pile, much farther than if I had been working on my own.

Maybe more like a third of the way through?

In other news, Allan saw the fish in the bigger pond.

Now if we could just find the other fish that might have survived in the canoe pond, we could reunite them.

Allan got something done on his boat, as well.

At six, we knocked off the soil project and I watered all the potted plants for my imaginary plant sale and took some after photos of today’s work.

Above is one of my favorite annuals, Cerinthe major purpurascens.

I was ever so pleased to have the west and middle big beds mulched. Tomorrow, will do the east bed (should we live so long). It was a wise move to order eight yards instead of the budget choice of six that I had originally thought of. We will need it all. I have not found the staycation time to mulch for over three years so being able to do so now is a gift in a hard time.

In pandemic news, another north Oregon coast town is closed.

We had an excellent garden touring day in Manzanita the summer before last.

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Tuesday, 7 April 2020

Skooter in the morning

While waiting for a delivery of mulch, I returned to weeding where I left off yesterday, finishing the east side garden.

I could go through every weeded bed with clippers to tidy up assorted plants. Later.

The north edge of the Bogsy Wood got weeded, too, along with the Danger Tree bed. The tree, which we had cut into a tall snag after it died, is slowly rotting away.

As I weeded, I pondered the eternal question of why some plants are on my bad list.

This purple wild lamium is so pretty I would cherish it if it were not so rampant.

Why do I hate meianthemum so much? Todd told me once that back when he worked as the curator of the display garden at Plant Delights in North Carolina, they wished they could grow it. It has heart shaped leaves….

…and white flowers, known as false lily of the valley. I don’t like it because it runs like crazy and its roots make a mat. I don’t like real lily of the valley for the same reason.

Why have I taken against the native foam flower? Look at it here, where it is pretty and doing no harm.

And yet I feel the urge to pull it all.

In other Bogsy Wood plant news, I have a lovely corydalis…

…a pulmonaria…

…and a lacy deciduous azalea/rhododendron.

I spent an hour in the afternoon messaging back and forth with other gardeners after I saw this, from a local friend whose spouse does landscaping.

That quite clearly answers our questions about whether or not we can work. I finally messaged all our clients with this news that we won’t be back till after May 4th–IF the stay at home is lifted then. I can think of several private jobs that I passed onto others where gardening sneakily would be possible–not that I would! But the private jobs we kept when we decided to focus on public gardening all have one thing in common, on purpose. They are all highly visible from the street!

The mulch delivery was delayed till tomorrow so I managed to get myself back outside to weed the middle and west front garden beds.

Despite the sun, the wind was cold enough for a winter scarf.

I admired some white fritillaria meleagris…

And my Acer ‘Carnival.’

The at home weeding list is over halfway done.

Some progress was made on the boat project. Allan laid all the pieces out on the Nora House driveway.

And then there was something about drilling hundreds of holes….

….and then sewing the pieces together with copper wire…..

During a boat building break, Allan mowed the Nora House lawn, before I saw that all work is verboten. (Then later I read that lawn mowing is allowed, but I still do not know what the truth is! It should not be so hard to find out. Update two days later: Police are stopping mowing businesses from working, sort of at random.)

In the evening, he realized he could not find the van keys, on a ring that included his house key and the only post office box key…because I lost mine over a year ago! He searched and found them on the lawn…mowed and destroyed. Our friend Steven, a locksmith, will probably be able to come and help tomorrow. Just don’t let there be a tsunami between now and then! (Update: Steven doesn’t do fancy van keys so recommended someone else who does.)

The well-mulched keys…

I had asked friends on Facebook who work or live in Long Beach town, and who could do so without making a special trip, to photograph the Long Beach flowers for me. It was getting me down to not see the tulips I had planted.

Turns out the later tulips are not out yet, pretty much. Debby Servias sent me these photos which make me itch to deadhead and tidy.

I suppose the condition of the planters proves we are indispensable?

Wendy Murry sent me some photos of Fifth Street Park and a planter.

That’s as close as we are going to get to that job for awhile. Thank you, friends.

Our dear Marlene sent me these photos of the Ilwaco port gardens.

I appreciate those photos because I know that if I took a walk to see them, I would be itching to weed and deadhead. Marlene’s darling dog is a special bonus.


Pandemic news

A public health expert’s inspiring pep talk

An excellent essay about being raised by a doomsday prepper and now that feels now.

A saddening article about the difficulty teachers are having in reaching and teaching their students.

And a delightful comic on how we can defeat Covid.

Also, as someone interesting in WWII Britain, I loved this article about an iconic song that is in the news again because of the Queen’s Speech.

And we have a special treat in store on telly tonight. Allan doesn’t know yet, so it will be a nice surprise. Mr. Tootlepedal’s blog post of last Friday spoke of a show called The Repair Shop, about which I found this enticing article and then learned that we can stream season one on Netflix! I’ve been looking forward to it all day. (Update: I’ve never seen Allan so happy watching a documentary show.)

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Monday, 6 April 2020

Yesterday I gave some narcissi to our neighbor, Jessika, just dropping them through the treat gate with a good social distance. She sent me this lovely photo this morning of some of them.

The mirror looked wonderful this morning against the south wall of the house.

In the garden today…

Peony shoots


A primrose than Our Kathleen gave me

I took on the big patch of celandine in the southeast corner garden.

Before and after:

The yellow flowers are celandine.

It was rather boring and exhausting, especially since seven empty potting soil bags got stuffed with the celandine and put into the wheelie bin. I know I missed dozens of those tiny little root nodules. It was much more pleasant weeding the other part of this bed of regular weeds like creeping buttercup and clumping grasses.

I cannot erase the west side bed from the work board till I finish this area:

Next weeding job will be the Bogsy Wood!

If I have mulch delivered, I might be busy with something other than weeding for several days.

I put out some pots of shade perennials and herbs and some pea seeds for Seaview Sarah, who brought us some potatoes and brown sugar from a grocery store, along with a start of her celery plant that she started from a celery stub!

I hope the celery won’t mind the transplant.

We have certainly learned a lot of things that we did not think of stocking up on, including potatoes and brown sugar for baking! In other food news, the Sugar Sprint seeds are just showing green. Exciting!

I did not see Sarah during the delivery of spuds even from afar because we had by evening started to watch the Long Beach City council meeting on Zoom. I was pleased that the city manager and mayor had appreciative words and a “stay safe” when I said before the meeting that we were not doing our gardening job only because we are “non essential”. I was even more pleased when I heard they are so very serious about the virus; with these next two weeks being especially important for social distancing, that they have cut the city crew down to just the essentials. I felt better then about not doing my job. Which has been bothering me.

I haven’t even seen the tulips that I hear are starting to bloom. I wish I could get a photo of every planter in town. Some of the tulips I only planted in Long Beach so might not get to see them at all. I wonder if it would be legit to take a drive just to see the tulips.

We are now one of just two counties with no known cases of Covid-19. And we have an adequate number of testing kits for those who feel ill.

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