Monday, 22 May 2023
at home
I knew the wind was supposed to be 25 miles an hour today, which it certainly howled like it was. But I did not except it to be cold, in the fifties. I don’t mind working in the cold, but adding a cold wind is just too too much. My first inclination was to skive off for the day and hope the Long Beach planters would be ok. Although this did make me anxious, the wind made me more anxious about being miserable.
Then, after I had decided on the course of irresponsibility, the sun came out. Dag nab it. I knew all along we were going to have to water, I suppose.
We did postpone a couple of other work tasks, and I spent the morning labelling plants. When I was taken by surprise by seeming short on labels, I looked at amazon prime for next day delivery only to find an announcement on all the plain white plastic labels (I know I shouldn’t use plastic but…I reuse and reuse, and so do my friends) that they are considered a hazardous shipment and can’t be sent to a post office box. (We don’t have street delivery.) WHAT? and why? I’m not making this up.

The best labels I have are ones a friend made by cutting up white plastic cartons of some kind. My mother used to cut up clear milk cartons. I tried that, but the ink came off those too fast. I was going to cut up broken black plastic pots and write on them with a white marker. Even bought the marker, but where is it now and where is the time to implement that idea? Another great option was when we found some old white Venetian blinds and cut them into tag size. Today’s hazardous materials incident did inspire me to think outside panic mode and to look in advance for recycled plastic labels to buy. I can’t afford the wood or bamboo ones, or…rather…I could, but would prefer to spend the money on plants…which is environmentally irresponsible of me. Must improve. [Later, I found out that it is the marking pen included with the labels that makes them a hazardous shipment! So the answer is to order the kind with no marking pen.]
Fortunately, in the evening I found a bin in the greenhouse with lots of old labels, all I will need for now, giving me time to think about better options than unrecycled plastic for next time. Maybe I WILL get it together to cut up old plastic pots.
Labeling:

And then watering. Poor plants in gallons and smaller very much want to feel their roots in the ground.
And then…
Long Beach
We started watering the downtown planters and adding a few plants at 2:45, because we wanted to be home by six to zoom an Ilwaco city council meeting. The plants were happy to see us and to get water for recovery from the drying wind.




Bulb foliage clean up continues.


I don’t want columbines because of their tatty foliage, but they always get a pass because of their flowers. Where they came from, I do not know.

Some of the quick connect hose connections are lowdown and dirty and very difficult to use. It is tiresome.

Here is a reminder that this planter has one santolina…

…without its handsome match on the other side. All that was left of the other one was a thready stem of foliage and broken root. What the heck??

Allan caught me brooding over it.

For all that it can be monotonous and take over and not leave room for pretties like diascias, golden oregano really does look good.

That is one of two planters with Escallonia ‘Pink Princess’, there since volunteer days, that wants to get as big as a truck.
Finally, the last planter.

We had time to grocery shop at V’s Coastal Market and then I had time to water my pots again at home before the meeting.
After the city council meeting, I emailed a friend who had also zoomed it and asked, “How can they adjourn a meeting with no warning, no ‘goodbye folks’, no ‘thanks for coming’, no ‘are there any more public comments?’ So RUDE.” Ilwaco council meetings are so full of interruptions, mostly (as a citizen or three have pointed out and as even male council members have pointed out) male politicians interrupting female. In comparison, Long Beach council is well spoken and respectful in the way it listens to people. I am gobsmacked twice a month by the Ilwaco meetings! And what’s more, Ilwaco starts at 6 PM, whereas Long Beach starts at the much more convenient hour (for planter waterers) of 7 PM. Trying to be an informed citizen in my own town just results in my blood being on the boil.
To think that in 2010, I had a choice between moving into my mother’s double wide in Long Beach on a lot almost as big as this one, which I had just inherited, or this one in Ilwaco. Many times in the last couple of years I wish I had made the other choice, or even stayed in our little house behind the boatyard (but that garden was in too much shade…but I miss the natural pond there). Still, there is one huge advantage to where we live now: Having Alicia as a next door neighbour and the J Crew across the street and Norwoods two doors down.