Friday, 11 November 2016
I began the day with waking to the kicked in the gut feeling. Reading the news of more hate crimes exacerbated my despair. Was comforted at that very moment by a message from a friend on the east coast; he said the tears were still coming for him, as well.
Also, Leonard Cohen died this week.
I honestly do not think I could even go to a job right now where our client did not share our feelings of dismay. Fortunately, we had a job to go to where the clients are simpatico.
We began the work day with a trip to Peninsula Landscape Supply to get a yard of soil energy. Our intention was to finish the day by spreading it at the port, thus crossing two things off of our work list.
Klipsan Beach Cottages
We focused on the fall clean up and clipping back of plants that looked tatty now or would look tatty soon. (First, I had a long talk with Mary. Denny joked that I had better not charge for it because it had nothing to do with gardening.)
Allan worked on the swale and roadside gardens and took all the befores and afters and Bella photos:
He then joined me in the fenced garden clean up.
At Denny’s request, Allan removed, with great difficulty, the roots of an old and unattractive fern that were well edged into the railroad tie edge of the garden.
After the fenced garden was weeded and clipped, the soil looked tired and battered despite having been mulched well this summer. Mary said they would have to get some more bagged mulch, After some internal debate about how I would not be able to cross two things off the work list today, I offered up our load of Soil Energy, which meant we would be working tomorrow instead of a day off.
After the mulching, at dusk, the garden looked very fine:
Mary got out her winter signs.
We saved two buckets of mulch and got to Long Beach before dark.
Even though the last bulbs were planted in almost darkness, we managed to get the final Long Beach bulbs installed into the four planters that have been dug in (for electrical repair purposes) and could now be finished for the year. I was able to erase both KBC and Long Beach bulbs from the work board.
1995 (age 71):
Nov 11: I emptied the 6 wooden pots and planted bulbs and pansies on top. At 4:30 I went into shop and tried pairing off bulbs to plant together but it was too complicated to match up colors, depth of planting and when bloom. I cleaned the dahlias so they are ready for peat moss and then to bed for the winter. I washed several of the terracotta pots. I’ll put pansies in them.
Someday I should count how many pansies I bought. I planted the 4 Philodendrons in the 2 tall pots.
1997 (age 73):
Nov 11: Store day—just Payless and QFC. Then I went out to close the water faucets. First I had to wash scads of pots and trays piled up in sink. By then the ground around the sink was very wet and mucky. I got wet and dirty closing the faucet by the greenhouse. But I took a hot shower and was ok. There didn’t seem to be any damage from the frost that I could see.
1998 (age 74):
Nov 11: In all day again doing apples after going to the store for more lids. I canned the sauce I cooked yesterday. Picked 2 buckets of apples. I peeled some more to be dehydrated. Picked up more apples—there seems to be no end to them.