Archive for Dec, 2020

Sunday, 27 December 2020

At home

The weather started out badly. Faerie helped me write a couple of blog posts. Typing was a bit of a challenge.

It is slow going with her editorial assistance.

We then caught up on the Tootlepedal blog. I like to read it about a week behind because it always gets lots of interesting comments.

I then noticed that the sun had come out. This surprised me, as the day had begun stormy.

I had only an hour before a three o’clock scheduled zoom event in which to try to get something done outside.

The red rain gauge

My chosen mission was to move soil from the first fish tote that I had filled with soil in late summer. I could not remember if I had put pieces of wood in the bottom for hugelkultur. I would shift the soil to another tote to find out, but first I had to move potted plants that were stashed in both of them.

Skooter came to supervise.

I wonder how often he blocks light from my cold frame.

In an hour, I had the potted plants moved. The target bin already had some small logs topped with shredded hebe and other plant debris.

I added some of the wool mixed with leaves that I had gotten yesterday.

The arrival of the wool had been cosmically well-timed. Yesterday, in that waking up time when I half-dream about the garden, I’d thought about the wool that I’d gotten before from Purly Shell Fiber Arts and about how I wished I had more for the compost bins and totes. And then I had gotten the message that wool was at the fiber shop waiting for me.

I had barely started moving soil from the other bin when three o clock arrived. My zoom meeting was a book club organized by Ann Amato, and I had enjoyed the chosen book, The One Straw Revolution. So in I went, even though I find it hard to do anything indoors in good weather. And very good weather it was…warm like spring and with no wind and with birds chattering in the Bogsy Wood trees.

So I have to confess that I wasn’t too sad when, after three tries, I couldn’t get into the meeting despite careful copying of the meeting ID number. “Invalid meeting ID”, I was told by zoom. Later, I learned that the meeting did happen, but I had gone back out to the garden.

Between three thirty and dark (about four forty five now), I got all the soil shifted out of one bin to the other and, indeed, I had not put any wood for hugelkuktur into the bottom.

While I was getting the last of the soil out, Allan had taken time from his book project to attach a fence piece from our ingredients pile to the east side of the original bin. This will help keep the hops and rose from shading out the bin.

The target bin was nice and full (although it will sink down) and I had been able top up some other bins, as well.

I just had time before the cold dark to pick a mess of greens (collards, chard, mustard).

These two hadn’t even bothered to go out onto the catio.

We had received our monthly Universal Yums box, a cheering pandemic indulgence. We took it out of the garage quarantine into which mail and packages go for a couple of days. This month, it contained a plethora of treats “from everywhere” instead of from just one country. (Since we joined, we have gotten Britain, Columbia, Russia, and Italy. Russia and Italy were the best, although as a Brit-Ophile, that one made me the happiest.)

Turkey and stuffing crisps from the UK were our treat along with a nice cuppa Builders.

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Friday 25 December 2021

At home

The cattens had a typically peaceful day.

Nickel and Faerie have the closest bond.

Skooter modeled a gift from Marlene…for a very short time.

behind him, a bookshelf waiting to be organized

Allan continued to work on the 2021 version of his boating book with a rapt audience.

At the suggestion of Mr Tootlepedal, he has added a scale to his maps.

Stormy weather made it a good reading day for me. I finished the fourth memoir by Dodie Smith (I hope to share something about these later) and felt verklempt that they were over, but I have ordered a biography of her. The memoirs left off with over thirty years of her life left to describe! I think she wrote the last one when in her late 80s. I wonder if she hoped to live long enough to write one more.

After opening gifts from each other …..

A perfect pair of garden ornaments from Allan

….and from Montana Mary (delicious condiments and some books!) and Our Kathleen (Penzey’s spices and my very own copy of A Way to Garden!), we had a simple dinner of delicious salmon, caught last summer by our nearby neighbor Jeff Norwood…we’d frozen and saved it for a special occasion…and rice with soy sauce and canned peas, with Christmas cookies from Denny and Mary for dessert.

Saturday, 26 December 2020

Port of Ilwaco

Yes, I actually left the property. (Allan leaves it almost daily to walk to the post office between midnight and 1 AM to get our mail). I had got a message from Heather at Purly Shell Fiber Arts that a bag of discarded wool mixed with wind blown fallen leaves awaited me on the shop patio. Compost makings!

I got to see my friend Jack!

We bagged up some more leaves for a total of three bags full of compostables.

I very much enjoyed the writing on the patio where the Purly women spin wool in good weather.

It’s been in my head ever since.

Just across the lawn…

Folks were dining outdoors at Salt Pub.

In one of the port curbside gardens, a geum bloomed out of season.

We drove to the boatyard to check the garden there for trash that tends to blow in. I do like seeing the encouraging signage that was placed there by our county public health department…and we saw a couple of new boats.

Back at home, I had time to load bagged leaves from autumn into the new leaf bins and some woolly leaf debris into bin one. The new path is so easy to walk on.

While I did have another project in mind, blustery weather arrived and sent me back to a book, and I didn’t mind.

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Thursday, 24 December 2020

At home

In the garage last night, Allan had heard a rustling in the boxes of recycling. This morning when we opened the garage, a bird flew out!

I had an idea about gravel that I knew Allan would make a much better job of than me, and indeed he did.


Not long ago, I had laid out a path of scavenged water meter lids by the compost bins but hadn’t finished it. I moved the metal meter tops aside….

…and clipped a mean Mermaid rose nearby that tended to reach down and grab at our heads. Allan emerged from the house and, in picking up the rose to put it in the wheelie bin, got it firmly attached to his backside.

After I peeled the mean rose off of him, he set to on the path. (I had also dug up from next to the path some starts of Paul’s Himalayan Musk rose for our hobby plant sale. They were as grabby as Mermaid but did not latch on as hard.)

I knew that the path would end up much better if Allan did it. I get impatient and my paths come out wonky. His work even involves a level.

It is now a pleasure to walk on. Because this area has a major horsetail problem (the little scrimmy kind), it won’t stay perfect but will always be nice to walk on.

On a trip to the driveway to fetch more gravel, I found a welcome mystery. Some kind soul who must read this blog had surreptitiously and quickly dropped off a bag of bananas.

This is a great mystery. My two prime suspects were Boreas In Susie or Seaview Sara, but it was not from either of them. So who? If it is YOU, I’d like to give you a jar of delicious dried bananas when I get them dehydrated, so do confess, and thank you.

While Allan did the path, I had dug out around my plastic leaf bin in order to make use of our two extra pallets. Allan put them in place to make a giant leaf bin which will accommodate the bags of leaves we collected at the fire station, the ones that were too wet to chop with the mower.

I still had gravel to spare and suddenly remembered that I had intended to add some to the inside of the greenhouse. I am so glad I remembered. It had had rough gravel before.

Now it is like standing on a comfy carpet.

I had an audience for my wheelbarrow trips back and forth.

While adding a bit more gravel between the fish totes, I noticed that one of my hamamelis (winter witch hazels) is already blooming with apricot scented flowers.

My garden has a good selection of winter blooming flowers because winter used to be pretty much the only time I had off work to enjoy the garden.

We have just a bit of gravel left, which I will use to fill in areas that feel uneven as the project settles in.

I ordered the correct amount, three yards, after all.

I am well chuffed at the work board. (The indoor job list has only been reduced by a couple of items over the past two years because I find I would rather read in winter weather than sort through papers.)

The garden map is an important project that really should get done.

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Wednesday, 23 December 2020

At home

Despite sleeping till noon because of a high anxiety sleepless night of ridiculous gravel worries, I set to moving gravel into our back garden by 12:30.

Allan was up well before me and delivered copies of his boating book to the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum three blocks west of us.

We had had a large amount of rain since I last used this wheelbarrow. Its tire was flat as can be.

Fortunately, my favourite wheelbarrow for moving gravel is my small red one which does not tempt me to overload it.

I added still more gravel to the south side of the greenhouse. It is ever so comfy to walk there now.

Allan helped. We got a nice layer laid down in front of the greenhouses.

I then added some gravel to the floor of the lean to greenhouse.

As I went back and forth, I heard the cheerful sound of the canoe water fountain.

There were two, a birthday gift from Allan last March but I cut the cord of one of them while weeding.

We had an audience from the back Catio.

Scott and Tony dropped by in their shiny vintage Nova with a gift of delicious home made chocolate chip cookies, giving me the chance to give them their gift of planted bulbs.

I then suggested to Allan we do the gravel job that had been on the work board for many months. I had been planning to do it tomorrow, but it seemed more polite to not be working in someone’s garden on Christmas Eve day.

This meant I must leave our property as I did not want to simply delegate the job. We filled all our buckets (the ones with handles) three times, making for a 3/4 yard delivery in three trips to…

Mike’s garden.

South path before

The gravel on Mike’s paths was small and comfortable to walk on but worn almost to bare dirt in some places.

The longer north path did not get any sort of before photo. We were feeling very time pressured all of a sudden because we had learned that dear friends were dropping gifts by at four, cutting half an hour off of our daylight work time.

…and tamped and then raked again.
I hope Mike and Mel notice the difference!

Home again

We got home just before four. Our friends were running late so we had time to move some more gravel to the back patio, which had gotten some gravel earlier in the day.

This evening

Before our company arrived, we got the gravel pile reduced to where we could get the van into the garage.

Now my only concern was whether or not I had ordered too much. I did have ideas for the rest of it so I would not be losing any more sleep over gravel anxiety.

Mary and Denny, former owners and clients of our twenty plus year gardening job at Klipsan Beach Cottages came at dusk, perfect timing. I had put the three new cattens in the front Catio so that they could be admired (Mary and Denny have always had darling cats of their own) and Skooter made an appearance outside the Catio.

Friends at dusk

We visited at a distance for as long as we could stand the cold. Our holiday treats larder had gone from empty to deliciously full with cookies and breads and even tea cakes from Mary and Denny and Scott and Tony.

I was delighted to erase “gravel Mike” from the work board, apparently with a very tired and shaky hand.

We were due for one more day of good weather for making a further dent in the gravel pile.

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Tuesday, 22 December 2020

at home

After several reading days and three excellent gardening books (which I plan to write about soonish), the weather cleared and I went outside in the late morning. Suddenly, I was overcome with the thought that perhaps I could get some gravel. I called Peninsula Landscape Supply and was thrilled to hear that I could get a delivery today.

Because I had not thought to ask for an estimate on delivery time, I found little projects to do outside while I waited for the truck: taking before photos and weeding an area between our garage and Alicia’s driveway. How does it get so weedy so fast?


after as much as I had time for

Look at the roots on this Painted Lady runner bean that I pulled out of a big container!

Meanwhile, Allan was assembling some of his boating books for the gift shop at Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum, leaving space for a helpful? supervisor.

Marlene messaged me that she would be dropping off a Christmas present. I had a good driveway visit with her and gave her the bowl of bulbs that I had planted for her (Iris reticulata and some species tulips, tiny narcissi, maybe some crocuses). I got to pet one of three little dogs. The other two remained socially distanced in their push cart.

Blossom, one of three Japanese Chins

Also while waiting, I noticed a neighbor to the east standing up the Christmas tree that had been lying down in the bed of the Cute Red Truck. I think it was in the truck just to be decorative, as it stayed there through Christmas. This called for more truck photos…

….and a Waterlogue….

….and a photo of our own house from the street. This is as much leaving of our property that I have done since coming home from work on December 3rd.

I rejoiced when the gravel arrived at 2:25, giving me two hours to get a start on the project. I had decided to get three yards of quarter minus to make sure I would have enough.

I started with the front path, the project for which I had been unable to get small gravel this past summer because the state road crews were demanding it all for their big chip sealing of the main roads of the peninsula.

Before, looking east:

Looking west, showing the contrast in gravel:

My audience, from the Catio on the northeast corner of the house:

After (I will use my tamper tool on it later):

It felt like walking on velvet instead of rough poky little rocks. It had taken an hour, giving me another hour before dark. I started wheelbarrowing gravel back to the south of the greenhouse where the compost bins used to be and where I now have the Fish Tote Kitchen Garden.


The ground was low and uneven between greenhouse and totes.

Fortunately, the green potting soil bin was empty enough to move and I was able to squeeze the little red wheelbarrow through. I had thought I was going to have to bucket the gravel into there.


I still had this much gravel left.

I planned on a long day of graveling on Wednesday but had an attack of so much anxiety that I lay awake from two to five AM worrying about several gravelly things:

Had I ordered enough? Would there be enough to do Mike’s path, too? Had I ordered too much? Would the good weather hold for the promised two more days before a storm? We had our van parked behind Alicia’s house. I wanted it safely back into the garage, which could not happen till the gravel was moved. Finally at five, I took a Benadryl in sheer desperation and didn’t get started till noon the next day.

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December 2020

Susie of the Boreas Inn took this lovely photo at Cape Disappointment.

Photo by Susie Goldsmith

She also shared a photo of this year’s Ilwaco Crab Pot Tree, which we haven’t even gone to see.

Photo by Susie Goldsmith

The night of the tree lighting, I heard from home the sounds of the beginning of this year’s drive-by decorated vehicle parade, and said to Allan, “Do you want to go to the end of Alicia’s lawn and see the lighted vehicles?” And he said, “I’m happy doing what I’m doing right now,” (working on his boating maps) and I said, “So am I!” (reading in my comfy chair) and so we did not stir. I saw some photos later and it was pretty. This special pandemic year event was live-streamed from the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page, if you want to track it down.

A few days before Christmas, I heard human sounds and said to Allan, “Why don’t you look and see if someone is calling to us from outside?” It sounded like “Oh! Oh!” He was working on his boat maps. I was reading in my comfy chair with a cat on lap situation. So neither of us looked. Later, I saw photos that enlightened me that what I had heard was a “Ho Ho Ho!” as gifts were delivered to the house next door. You can see why I was finding it to be excellent reading weather.

Photos by Lynn Dickerson

Marlene saw an owl in her back yard by the Ilwaco City Park.

photo by Marlene Bartels

I’ve never seen an owl here but would like to.
Tony got a beautiful photo of the night sky.

Photo by Tony Hofer A

And Wendy took this stunning moss and fungus photo.

Photo by Wendy Murry

The furthest I’ve gone from our property since December 3rd is to take photos of this cute truck, which is looking even cuter now with the tree standing up in the truck bed.

Of course, it had to be waterlogued.

We will be back with a proper blog post in a few days, as soon as I get a bit more reading done. Meanwhile, I must share this fundraising request from our local humane society. You may remember how Nickel and Fairy spent two months of their kittenhood in the cages here described while they were treated with ringworm.

Enrichment for Kitties in Isolation Kennels with TV/DVDs

At the South Pacific County Humane Society, we strive to provide enrichment for the dogs and cats as they await their forever homes. We have two free range rooms for the kitties who are healthy and friendly with other cats. These rooms have multiple windows for the cats to see outside. Two of the cat rooms have no windows and cats with contagious conditions like ringworm can spend as long as six weeks in cages while they undergo treatment. In the past, we had a TV/VCR unit on a cart and the videos for the kitties in cages and they loved it! Eventually the TV/VHS unit stopped functioning. We would like to get a grant to purchase two TV/DVD units to mount in the cat isolation rooms as well as some contemporary DVD kitty entertainment tapes. The cost for this enrichment project would be approximately $345: two TV/DVD units – $260; two mounting brackets – $70; and kitty entertainment DVD’s. 


Here is the link for donations . You would have to scroll down to find the kitty enrichment program (not the neuter/spay program) for South Pacific County Humane Society. We think it’s a sweet idea to give those kitties some video to watch while they convalesce.

A happy life now

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Thursday, 17 December 2020

At home

I tried to tell myself that the weather was too cold and windy to go outside. Skooter certainly did not mind being indoors.

By early afternoon, I decided the guilt for being indoors reading was too strong and that I could at least dig some potatoes. It was garbage day. While bringing the wheelie bin in, I noticed a cute truck next door that deserved a photo…

…..and a Waterlogue treatment.

Front garden from the sidewalk

After digging potatoes and feeling cold, I warmed up enough to look around the garden. It’s in shades of brown and tan now.

seedheads of a tall achillea
center bed
The contorted filbert at the south end of the center bed is slowly losing its leaves.

The Bogsy Wood is living up to its name.

With the leaves fallen from the willows at the south end of the garden, I can see through to the port. Again, I pondered if in summer I might like a gate-shaped area of the willows to be pruned so one can see through, or would I rather be completely enclosed in summer?

Now I felt energized to weed for awhile and filled the smaller red wheelbarrow. Skooter joined me. He drank some rain water next to the raccoon scarer (it flashes blinking red light at night which is supposed to make them think there are predatory eyes)…

…and had much to say as he watched me weed.

The weedy area from last time I was out:

….and today.

The sun going down over the west hill at three thirty put an end to weeding.

I was pleased at having gotten some food from the garden in mid December.

Chef Allan cooked the greens with tofu in a Thai peanut sauce, reminiscent of the “swimming angel” dish at a Thai restaurant where I frequently ate in the 1980s, and served some of the spuds as mashers. There is a kind of tofu that you can buy by mail order. Both Allan and I are enjoying the challenge of not shopping, and I imagine us not shopping until we are down to our last can of beans or spoonful of peanut butter. That doesn’t mean that if a local friend said they were going to the store and did I want something, I couldn’t come up with five things right away (plain yogurt, eggs, bananas and…and…). But it’s an adventure to not shop (made possible by mail order non-perishable groceries, including oat milk which is wonderful in cereal and coffee). I had fantasized that I was living without dairy (no milk or yogurt) until I remembered our mail ordered cheese.

Every day lately, Allan has been working on a kindle version of his boating book by taking basic maps and adding his own information to them. His 2021 edition of his book will have these maps, much better than the (credited) Google maps he was using before.

I got within 100 pages of finishing the Katharine Graham memoir and then it was time for our dinner and for watching Rachel Maddow, the Bake Off Master Class and The Repair Shop, followed by an episode of the short and very funny Derry Girls. (Dinner is at nine now instead of ten.)

I do believe the next few days will be proper reading weather.

Even though it would be satisfying to finish weeding in that section of the garden I’ve started, that weather prospect makes me very happy. This blog has entered its winter semi-hiatus; although I still find myself in the habit of almost daily blogging, it’s not on a particular time schedule anymore.

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Wednesday, 16 December 2020

Front Catio viewed from indoors
…And back Catio from inside the house
My reading, inspired by watching the film, The Post.

The large print edition is almost 1200 pages and, because Faerie and I caught up on the Tootlepedal blog and the Notes from the Hinterland blogs first….

….I managed about 300 more pages in the evening (before some telly: The Great British Baking Show Master Class (we are out of competition episodes) and the satisfying finale of The Amazing Race (our favourite team won).

My favourite Katharine Graham paragraphs so far…

About politicians and the press (Katharine’s father, then her husband, and then Katharine herself owned the Washington Post):

the more things change…

About JFK and other men of his circle:

“I seemed to carry inadequacy as baggage,” she wrote later, after her husband, Phil, had committed suicide and she began to manage The Post.

What I did not expect at all from the book was her story of her spouse being bipolar. This I could relate to, having spent 14 years in a relationship that, while we were dirt poor and she and Phil were wealthy, had many of the same sort of wrenching scenes. Those chapters were my favourite part, in a sad way.

Unlike Phil and JFK, Adlai Stevenson had a modern attitude toward women.

I found very touching this memory of Adlai shared after his untimely death.

Another intermission from reading time was when something now unremembered inspired me to look up my parents’ retirement home near Yelm, which my widowed mother sold to move here in 1999. I was deeply touched to see that her garden was still there and wish I could show these photos to her. She and my father created it out a scrubby woods and stony soil. Photos from a real estate listing around 2015:

My mother would love to see how well the garden was cared for.

Next to my dad’s large shop building (which he had built and was full of his assorted collections and tools and lumber), I could see that whoever lived there afterward was a plant fancier.

Even the large vegetable area at the back of the shop was sort of preserved, although without the raspberry rows….

…but a later satellite photo sadly shows that area all turned to lawn, so it seems the garden, too, might be gone now. Still, it survived for at least 15 years after my mother moved away, and that’s pretty unusual. She’d also be pleased that her beloved wood stove is still there. (I realized from the photos that her double wide floor plan was pretty much identical to the one I live in now.)

She and I and Robert created a beautiful garden here for her for her, which she enjoyed for ten years. It was on the local,garden tour in 2009, but unlike her garden near Yelm, it disappeared into lawn with two years of being sold.

I “attended” the zoom meeting of our county public health department this morning. We have had over fifty new cases of Covid in the past week.

Over the course of the pandemic

For USA residents, a handy calculator for when you might get the vaccine can be found here . It tells me I am behind 2.4 million others at higher risk in my state and behind 9,800 in my county. Allan is the same. We figure there are a few thousand anti vaxxers (anti all vaccines, not just cautious about this one) in our county, which will put us higher up the list, but we wish it were not so.

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Tuesday, 15 December 2020

At home

The predicted rain and wind had not arrived, even though I could see from the south window the double red wind warning flags flying over the port office. So I had to delay my reading and do some weeding and some rearranging of containers and plant sale plants. I did enjoy it, even though I need two more days now to finish the Katharine Graham memoir (1000 plus pages in the large print edition).

First, I noticed a handsome conifer and then had a look at some more of my conifers and a few other plants.

Front garden
Front garden.

Maybe I should get the conifer above out of its pot. One of the two dark leafed pittosporums I planted might have plotzed and this could go in the ground in its place. I should dig around in the pot to find the tag, if possible, and see how tall it gets.

In the back garden, one of the conifers I bought at Pam Fleming’s former nursery…or at least she inspired me to buy it.
Also….trailing Rosemary in bloom
A flat rock holding rain water

I would like to have some rocks that have really good water bowl capacity.

Cistus ‘Mickie’ and olearia
Iris feotidus. I really should take the better camera outdoors for all garden walks.
Looking north over the garden boat
Broad beans already up (and corn salad aka mache). I wonder if the beans will survive winter.

I weeded and rearranged by the spider web arbor where the big hebe came out.

The big tub is now in the front shade garden; it contains a fuchsia and did contain a start of a rose that I dug out and potted for my plant sale.
This area will get some good mulch from my next compost sifting.

I was excited to think of a new planting area till my sensible side remembered that the Euonymus ‘Green Spire’ will take up a fair amount of room so…annuals, maybe.

The cattens had run through the house to the back Catio in order to watch me.

They’d have more fun if there were a cat run along the wall from the back Catio to the front porch.

On the other hand, the new and so far unenclosed shelf would be good for displaying attractive objects like flower pots and old watering cans.

From awhile back. Table is full of plant sale plants again. Old watering cans would look good on that shelf. But I’d enjoy them less than the cats would enjoy another cat run.

With still no rain, I had to do some more weeding. Some areas are just a mess.

I got partway through one area…

…when the rain arrived forty five minutes before dark and I was able to abandon it and go indoors.

My Queen’s Tears houseplant is blooming.

This little cat makes it a challenge to type out a blog post from the comfy chair.

From Katharine Graham’s memoir about her life and The Washington Post:

Now that’s civilized behavior.

A couple of news stories below the lines…

I found this useful article about how to talk to “anti-vaxxers . I have known one person who was so adamantly anti vaccine that they would insert the topic into random conversation with a great deal of fervor. I felt surprised and disconcerted and would just try to change the subject instead of pressing for ….science. Perhaps this article would have helped, or perhaps the book Non Violent Communication would have helped me get out a sentence like, “When you seem so angry about vaccines, it gives me indigestion because I become concerned about your health. Would you be willing to read some scientific articles on the topic of whether or not vaccines cause the damage you fear?” At the time, it did not seem like a critical issue. Now it would be. Although I no longer personally know anyone who’d be opposed to getting the Covid vaccine, I see plenty of anti-vaccine talk on local social media groups.

Meanwhile, across the river, Clatsop County, including Astoria, has been declared extreme risk for Covid, with strict rules in place for businesses and social gatherings.

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14 December: projects

Monday, 14 December 2020

At home

I had expected clear and not too cold weather, so I wasn’t disappointed to lose a reading day. My mission was to weed the patio.

Allan gave us some of his book writing time to do a couple of short projects, at my request. In the south Catio, he installed two new sitting shelves. They were occupied immediately.

Grey number two on the way up.
Closer to breaking out of the roof.
Deep thoughts of escape.
A battle instead.
Everything is a toy.
a Grey looking like a lounging seal
The others went indoors but this one stayed out all afternoon….
….watching me weed the patio outside the Catio.

Allan also got a piece of fencing from the ingredients stash and attached it to the top of the sideways door at my request, so that I can tie an actinidia vine to it. The fence-y thingie is a pretty flimsy piece but, like many parts of the ingredients stash, will last for a year or two till I think of something better.

4 PM

I had gotten the patio weeded enough to order gravel next time we have a couple of nice days in a row that coincide with Peninsula Landscape Supply being open.

It looks as though the gravel project won’t happen for at least a week.

Allan photographed the mahonia in his garden. This is one of the tall ones that had shot up as a towering single stalk with one flower. Last year, we cut it back to some new sprouts and now it is a multiple flowering plant. I’m happy.

I had found two small potatoes in my pocket. Allan asked if that was to be our lunch.

Instead they were steamed and sliced for a dinner side dish.

The work board tonight:

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