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Thursday, 5 October 2017

While divesting ourselves of the Ilwaco street tree branches that we had pruned yesterday evening, we  admired of the east end of the marina.

I found out later that the floating enclosure is a pen…


…for young salmon, used in a recent study of some sort.


Butch, the owner of Coho Charters (the red building) is my go to person for fishing questions.

We headed north, with a brief stop at the Basket Case Greenhouse.

Allan’s photo, getting rady for Halloween


a selection of new plants at the Basket Case


including nice Euphorbia ‘Glacier Blue’

Next stop: picking up a yard of Soil Energy at Peninsula Landscape Supply. We were worried because the Soil Energy pile had been way low last time, and might be all gone.  When we arrived, we saw a truck and trailer ahead of us.  Who were these people competing with us for the last of the pile, I thought anxiously….until I saw they were our good friends Judy and Larry.

Allan’s photo


Larry, Judy, me: friends with similar goals


We were glad there was enough in the Soil Energy bin for two loads.


We parked off to the side and the mulch came to us. (Allan’s photo)

Klipsan Beach Cottages  

Our first actual job of the day was a tidying and some cutting back at KBC.

Allan dug out a daylily, the same kind that he dug out for me in my own garden recently.

It is prone to daylily leaf streak. (Allan’s photo).  The flowers are hardy fuchsia.


before cutting back Thalictrum ‘Elin’


and after


The thalictrum will come home with us for Halloween decor.

Allan cut down one part of the rugosa rose.  The whole shrub is going to come down later.

After. Now you can see through to the lower fenced garden.

As you can see, the day was (too) warm and bright.

view in the east gate


the birdbath view


the inner bench circle


a huge bud on the Tetrapanax ‘Steroidal Giant’


fall colour on hamamelis


Allan captured the moment when Mary noticed the leaf colour.

We didn’t see Denny today.  He had had a knee replacement (his second) on Tuesday and was at home napping.

                           Long Beach

On the way south, we checked up on the beach approach gardens and the Long Beach city hall garden.  This weekend’s two days of clamming will generate a lot of passersby.

the foyer at city hall (Allan’s photo)

MaryBeth stopped by when she saw us at City Hall.  She gave us a present that she had been carrying with her for the next time our paths crossed.

After checking on the Sid Snyder approach planters…

the westernmost Sid Snyder planter (Allan’s photo)

…we made sure the World Kite Museum garden looked good, because their annual One Sky One World event is this weekend.  The philosophy of One Sky, One World is needed more than ever now.

Pleased with the new containers at the kite museum.

Ilwaco

The south third of the Ilwaco boatyard garden was our destination for the yard of Soil Energy that we’d been hauling with us.

looking south from the gate, before


soil applied by bucket


cutting back Pennisetum macrourum from the sidewalk


and after….I had suddenly realized the garden should start where the paved sidewalk starts.

The dredge has been at work lately, clearing mud from the channel which is so necessary for the marina to thrive.

scooping up mud


and depositing it on a barge.


boats


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo

We still have sweet peas blooming on the fence.

sweet peas all the way to the top


bright red sweet peas

We had run out of Soil Energy about twenty feet from the end of the garden, so another load will be necessary.  The end needs such a small amount that I sort of cheated and erased boatyard mulching from the work list, changing it to mulching at the port and Time Enough Books.

The summer is long gone and I still have not accomplished one thorough, end to end good weeding at home.

At home: The garden gift from MaryBeth.

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El Compadre Mexican Restaurant

We had this week’s North Beach Garden Gang dinner with Dave and Melissa (Sea Star Gardening) at El Compadre.

hard to get a good photo of the inlaid tables that I admire so much.


Allan’s photo


tiled window frames


As often happens, we were the last to leave.

Now for an extra long weekend, during the quiet time before fall clean up and bulbs.  My goal is to not leave my property for four days while I accomplish some gardening.  Allan has some boating goals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday, 17 September 2017

We had rain, and I read.

I just love diaries.  I have to like the writer at least a little bit to enjoy them.  I sort of like Sedaris….I guess.  I certainly identify with this passage, having determinedly avoided hugs at yesterday’s rally:

I find that every time I say this, people who are huggers either express remorse for the last time they hugged me or  say they will continue to do so because they just love me so much. It is a conundrum.

Sedaris is not especially kind hearted.  At least he is honest about it in a way that amuses me greatly:

And then sometimes, I love him….in this passage about home movies and his late mother:

I finished the book and am eager for volume two to be published, although it will lack the parts that meant the most to me: his descriptions of what it was like to be poor.

Calvin after being chastised for biting at Smoky.

We’d had this much rain:

I checked out the rain barrels.

Calvin’s precarious drinking method. The other cats stand on their hind legs.

from the house roof: full

from the shed roof: not quite

unofficial rain gauge

official rain gauge (not a huge amount)

The garden smelled like autumn.

Skooter in one of his favourite spots

After the rain stopped, Allan went back to working on his shed project.  He was sad that the putty he had put in the nail holes up top had washed out.

removing old shakes

You can definitely see the difference in how the weather treated the sides of the shed (which was an electrical repair shop in WWII times).

south side

west side

north side

At the end of Allan’s day, all old siding now revealed.

Monday, 18 September 2017

With surprisingly fine weather, I was outdoors by noon trying to dig up a daylily.  I had learned just this year that daylilies suffer from a disease called daylily leaf streak.  I had thought it was normal for them to have crapulous looking leaves.  So out it goes, despite having rather nice, large maroon flowers.

before

I was thwarted by the digging project.  Allan came along with the magic shovel and the pick.

Skooter helped.

A couple of fellows from a window service came to look at the shed’s south window; Allan is going to get it replaced with one that can open, for ventilation.  When I mentioned the truly fascinating fact that the shed was an electrical repair shop in WWII….I got nothin’.  Hrmph.  I went back to my project, having been overcome with the energy to start shifting and sifting the compost bins.

Moving all the uncomposted pieces out of middle bin to right bin.

Left bin and middle bin have some good compost to sift.

My rather small sifter

I looked on the east side of the shed for my nice big sifter that covers an entire wheelbarrow.

Surely it is in here somewhere.

Then I remembered the moment at my old house when it disintegrated.  Damn.

I kept sifting even when rain began.

almost to the bottom!  found a pair of rusted clippers!

And then the rain became drenchingly earnest.

dumped my siftings where the daylily was, planted a veronicastrum from the ladies in waiting table

I felt frustrated by the weather.

Rumblings of thunder turned into huge claps that scared even me, and I usually like a thunderstorm.  Then….more disconcerting weather news via Facebook.

“BULLETIN – EAS ACTIVATION REQUESTED
Tornado Warning

The National Weather Service in Portland has issued a

* Tornado Warning for…
Northwestern Clatsop County in northwestern Oregon…
Southwestern Pacific County in southwestern Washington…

* Until 415 PM PDT.

* At 340 PM PDT, a severe thunderstorm capable of producing a tornado
was located 9 miles southwest of Ilwaco, or 10 miles west of
Warrenton, moving northeast at 20 mph.

HAZARD…Tornado and quarter size hail.

SOURCE…Radar indicated rotation.

IMPACT…Flying debris will be dangerous to those caught without
shelter. Mobile homes will be damaged or destroyed.
Damage to roofs, windows, and vehicles will occur. Tree
damage is likely.

* This dangerous storm will be near…
Warrenton and Hammond Town around 405 PM PDT.
Ilwaco around 410 PM PDT.

TAKE COVER NOW! Move to a basement or an interior room on the lowest
floor of a sturdy building. Avoid windows. If you are outdoors, in a
mobile home, or in a vehicle, move to the closest substantial shelter
and protect yourself from flying debris.”

What??  Allan was out running errands.  I called him and he came back.  We went to the post office, because it is a heavy duty building and I wished to heed the warning to get out of a mobile home! (A friend in emergency management said later that this was a wise choice, and failing that, “get the cats and get in the bathtub”.)

While nothing bad happened, it was all very disconcerting.  Last October, we had 9 tornado warnings in one day (most of which were early enough so that I slept through them).  I asked an expert if the weather had changed, since in the previous 23 years here I had never heard of a tornado warning. I was informed that more modern equipment now makes such warnings possible.  I then signed up for phone alerts.  Fortunately, a tornado warning only happens about once a year (I hope).  Last year, a tornado did tear through downtown Manzanita on the Oregon coast.

I do not like thunderstorms any more.

Having a relaxing evening in an intact home was an especially pleasant thing.  We watched Now is the Time, a documentary about Medicare for All.  I highly recommend it; rural Washingtonians can order it from the Timberland Regional Library.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

We continued with our days off because the rain had saved us from watering jobs.

The rain gauge showed impressive moisture with over two inches of “storm rain”.  Not sure how that differs from just plain rain.

sifting

I started clipping some green debris (daises and siberian iris) to layer in with the brown of the uncomposted material.Entering the garage to fetch some newspapers, I solved the Mystery of the Lost Peach, the one that Allan could not find in yesterday’s grocery bag.

It had rolled under the van.

The layer of newspapers on the bottom of the compost bins was still solid, but I added more anyway.

to keep weeds from coming through

I started layering in old kitchen compost.  We start it out in a locking bin because of raccoons and bears.  Not a good photo in the dark bin–of a big newt (or salamander?)

Sure that it must be 70 or 80 sweltering degrees, I had a look at the weather.  Oh.  61 degrees F.  Hmmm.

Calvin doing his balancing act

Skooter in another favourite place

Frosty tripping me up everywhere I go.

ate a delicious Cox’s Orange Pippin

Neighbours Devery on one side and Jared and Jessika on the other will help eat the Cripps Pink apples:

Cripps Pink is the REAL name for “Pink Lady” apples.

found this sweet baby in the compost bins

I dug down to the bottom of the left bin, getting only one wheelbarrow of good compost out of it, compared to three out of the center bin.

Even my new newspaper layer is political.

Can’t fit everything in the center bin!

sifting is bliss

The bottom layer of the left bin looks very promising.

I am saving it for next week because I need to weed the area where I want the sifted black gold to go.

Looking for some green to layer in, I rounded a corner on Willows Loop West and saw this gorgeous plant…

Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’

end of a great day of compost shifting and sifting

Meanwhile, Allan had gone to the library, sanded the south side of his shed, dug up a big salmonberry stump in the bogsy woods, and mowed the lawn.

Ilwaco community building library garden, looking out

Allan also noticed the kniphofia at home.

stump before

and after

I think that tomorrow we will go back to work, but perhaps not, as the weather calls for another half an inch of rain during the day. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday, 13 September 2017

The work board has sprouted a list for fall.

The top “later” project at Diane’s, restoring the roadside garden, has to wait for a new fence.

While I struggled to get going, Allan hauled my clipped salmonberries from the bogsy woods and loaded them into the trailer.

It’s about a 200 foot drag. (Allan’s photo)

J’s garden

We began across the street. While painters are working on the house and garage, we had let the blackberries come through from the yard next door.  How did that happen so fast?

before

Allan’s photo

after

This load went to the dump.

The Depot Restaurant

The soil was damp enough so that we did not have to water.

north side of dining deck

autumnal Solidago ‘Fireworks’

Agastache ‘Mexican Giant’

Basket Case window box and planter

and another Basket Case window box and planter

We had time to do a good clipping of the escallonia that always wants to block the railway history sign.  (No photos of that project.  I was having a very hard time getting myself in gear for today.)

The Red Barn

While Allan got started on weeding and watering, I had a look at a horse.

tail brushing

“One Last Cruise”, nickname Cruise, named because he was the last foal of his breeder.

That was Mr. Amy with Cruise, and here comes Amy her ownself.

Allan’s photo

Diane’s garden

I then walked across the field to Diane’s garden.

My good friend Misty awaits her belly rub.

Oh, look, fence posts!  Looks like the fence is going to go up sooner than I thought.  I hope we can remove the strip of sod that will be outside the fence; that would be very hard to maintain.  Of course, it will be harder to remove the sod edge once the fence is in.

Holly peeking out from the porch. Soon she will have a big place to play.

Basket Case Greenhouse

I was on a quest for Lavender ‘Hidcote Blue’, but I had bought them all last time.  I will check at The Planter Box next week.  It was still pleasant to visit with Darrell and Roxanne..

Basket Case

The Dodge truck display that Basket Case put together for Rod Run.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

schmoozing with owner Darrel

Klipsan Beach Cottages

We did a lot of deadheading and cutting back of rose canes.  I made it so this hydrangea shows again:

A before and after would have been dramatic. Rugosa rose with a rambling red rose threaded through it.

Allan pulled Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ to make a better view through the deer fence.

before

after

I’m going to ask if I can do a severe pruning of that big rugosa rose later on.  (Mary was away for the week, and I did not have time today, anyway.)

the east gate

gate detail; the glass ball was my idea!

It is sad that my former partner, Robert, got post polio syndrome and could no longer do heavy work like welding.  He was so talented at it.

east gate

He called this one the Fish Gate.

south gate

sit spot with Tetrapanax ‘Steroidal Giant’…and a sprout, in the foreground.

seeds of tree peony

The leaves of the peony always get crispy and ugly in the late summer, so I pick more off every week.

ugly tree peony leaves (Allan’s photo); I wonder if this is normal or if they are diseased?

Allan found that the fairy door had gone missing!

home regained

Billardia longiflora

Clematis ‘Rooguchi’

Rose ‘Jude the Obscure’

Rose ‘Jude the Obscure’ (Allan’s photo)

cottages on the ridge

Long Beach

We decided that we had time to get a head start on Long Beach tasks by tidying Veterans Field.  On the way, we saw a new garden at a cottage that I always admire.

“Kite Flyers Only” Cottage

The Long Beach Peninsula could have an amazing cottage tour of its own if enough people could be found to open their cottages to strangers.

Veterans Field flag pavilion garden

Vet Field corner garden, cosmos (Allan’s photos)

cosmos and eryngium

home

While Allan mowed the tiny lawn in the J’s back garden, I somehow got a burst of energy after watering the tomatoes in the greenhouse and decided to rescue a container of bamboo from being overrun with hops and honeysuckle.

Allan’s shed repair photo from two days ago shows the before.

tonight: rescued bamboo

this much debris! J9 wants some hops for decorating.

Skooter

 

 

 

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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.

birds on a wire (Allan's photo)

birds on a wire (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

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.

Soil Energy (Allan's photo)

Soil Energy (Allan’s photo)

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fishies

fishies

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:

before

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after

after

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after

after

He then joined me in the fenced garden clean up.

before

before

after

after

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.

before

before

after, leaving a nice sword fern

after, leaving a nice sword fern

Bella had a good roll in the gravel.

Bella had a good roll in the gravel.

Denny was not thrilled at the results.

Denny was not thrilled at the results.

Bella greets the visiting nurse for Mary's mother.

Bella greets the visiting nurse for Mary’s mother.

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.

one yard

one yard of Soil Energy

applied with buckets

applied with buckets

After the mulching, at dusk, the garden looked very fine:

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agapanthus seed heads

agapanthus seed heads

hardy fuchsias still blooming

hardy fuchsias still blooming

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Mary got out her winter signs.

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Long Beach

We saved two buckets of mulch and got to Long Beach before dark.

parking near Vet Field in a light rain

parking near Vet Field in a light rain

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.


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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.

 

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9 November: darkness

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

I woke up on Wednesday and tears came immediately.  I don’t mean namby pamby poor me tears.  I mean gut wrenching tears about the potential loss of so much I hold dear, especially marriage equality across the land, respect for all ethnicities, and, I must selfishly admit, my own working poor need for Medicare and Social Security to not be cut.  I feared for people I love, and for people of all groups that D.T. verbally denigrated and who I knew would be afraid today.  And a feminist for the past 50 years and as a former counselor for the Seattle rape crisis center, way back in my 20s, the very thought of D.T.  completely sickens me.

Work might be in the only cure for this misery.  It was mighty hard to get going.  And we had sort of a social obligation for the evening, and I could not imagine how I was going to “people”.

I could still take an interest in plants.  If I were on the run, in the Hunger Games or the apocalypse, I’d still look at plants.

flower buds on Tetrapanax

flower buds on Tetrapanax

Melianthus major

Melianthus major

Melianthus major; could have been tears, but was just rain.

Melianthus major; could have been tears, but was just rain.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

a pedestrian (Allan's photo)

a pedestrian (Allan’s photo)

escaping down by the house next door

escaping down by the house next door

I did not want to be far from home, so we trimmed up the garden beds down at the port.

north of the port office, before

north of the port office, before

before (Allan's photo)

before (Allan’s photo)

after (Allan's photo)

after (Allan’s photo)

after

after

As we were weeding, a friend came by who had seen a post by me on Facebook and had asked where we would be working today.  I am normally not a huggy person.  Today there was much hugging.  While I am sworn to secrecy about it, this friend did something so generous that I was gobsmacked.  This great human kindness came at a time of such despair that it couldn’t have been more helpful in every way.

I peeked into the bookstore to see if Karla was there.  I just wanted to lay eyes on her.  She was not (but I did have two cathartic talks with her later in the week).

port parking lot (Allan's photo)

port parking lot (Allan’s photo)

Allan and I went on to tidy up the boatyard garden and the Ilwaco planters.  While I was there, a friend who had a VIP job here on the peninsula came by looking for me.  We talked and talked and he wept, as well.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I deducted all the talking time from my work time today…at least an hour!

The last sweet peas came down at the boatyard. (Allan's photo)

The last sweet peas came down at the boatyard. (Allan’s photo)

We are still leaving some plants standing at the boatyard.  I don’t like to cut back everything hard in the fall.

some winter interest

some winter interest

Gardening helped, and I thought of the quotation “All my hurts, my garden spade can heal.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson).  I am keenly aware that being able to find healing in the garden is a privilege.  Not everyone has a garden, not everyone can afford one, not everyone has the opportunity to even work around a garden.  People getting deported might lose their gardens, as might married gay couples who have to move from a state that no longer recognizes their marriage.

some soil added to planters that were low

some soil added to planters that were low

weeding under the trees

weeding under the trees

Wind battered erysimums will need replacing next spring. (Allan's photo)

Wind battered erysimums will need replacing next spring. (Allan’s photo)

I'll leave these nasturtiums for a frost.

I’ll leave these nasturtiums till they become somewhat tattier.

As we worked on the planters,  another local VIP came up and we had another long simpatico talk about the election.

The work board got three things crossed off (port, boatyard, planters) and is about as blurry as I felt.

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I read news for an hour and then we managed to roust ourselves out for a Salty Talk at Salt Pub.  The speakers were our next door neighbours, Jared and Jessika from Starvation Alley Farms.

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Salt Hotel

Salt Hotel

Attending the event, despite my desire to cocoon at home in sorrow, proved to be a wise choice.  We arrived early.  Everyone we personally knew there was in the same mood as I about the election.  It helped. I realized that we were all going to be more bonded from this day forward.

Salty Talk

Salty Talk

It also did not hurt that the pub and hotel owner bought me a second drink.

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Jared and Jessika

Jared and Jessika (Allan’s photo)

cranberry bog harvest photo from the slide show

cranberry bog harvest photo from the slide show

from the slide show: our neighbour Yarrow

from the slide show: our neighbour Yarrow

the view

the view

As we left, after a time of comfort, we were charmed that the son of Salt was ensconced at the front desk.

innkeeper (Allan's photo)

innkeeper (Allan’s photo)

During more news reading at home (I usually read my news rather than watch it),  I read about hate crimes already burgeoning committed by people who seemed to feel empowered to act out because of the election.  And I learned that Hillary had won the popular vote.  That was comforting in what felt like a useless way. A night of four hours of sleep followed.


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1995 (age 71):

Nov 9:  1:00-4:00 I lit off the burning barrel and the guy next door parked his truck about a foot away.  Del Lord suggested he move it.  I found huge pieces of wood in my new wood.  Del said he was curious so he brought over his wedge and proceeded to chop the big pieces for about an hour.  Mary came over and helped pick up.  It’s nice to have neighbors like that.

1998 (age 74):

Nov 9: 10:30-4:00  Cool-no rain (2 more pails of apples)

I worked planting the Park Seed perennials.  A crew was digging ditch across the road and I thought they might do it on my side.  (I thought they were working on water lines.)  So I dug up some asters to reveal the pipe.  Then I asked and found out they were working on the tv cable.  (They cut it again.)  I used my rock rake in front of Tam area.  Then at 4:00 I got the recycle stuff together.  Then I peeled apples until 8:30 for apple sauce.  Then I had dinner and quit for the day.

 

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Tuesday, 8 November 2016

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Frosty and Smokey at home

Although it was an annoyingly windy day, we decided to get one more fall clean up job done in the afternoon.

Anchorage Cottages

Mitzu demonstrated how windy it was.

Mitzu demonstrated how windy it was.

Allan's photo

Our good friend Mitzu (Allan’s photo)

Mitzu and cotoneaster (Allan's photo)

Mitzu and cotoneaster (Allan’s photo)

a late dahlia (Allan's photo)

a late dahlia (Allan’s photo)

parking lot garden near the office, before

parking lot garden near the office, before

after cutting the green shoots out of the variegated fuchsia.

after cutting the green shoots out of the variegated fuchsia.

Wind gusts of thirty miles an hour plagued us by blowing around everything we clipped.

Long Beach

We had time to tackle the garden by Kabob Cottage (me) and the south side of the police station (Allan).

nearby Veterans field shows the wind. (Allan's photo)

nearby Veterans field shows the wind. (Allan’s photo)

Two little gardens. Above it All Kites closed years ago.

Two little gardens. Above it All Kites closed years ago.

behind Lewis and Clark Square, before

behind Lewis and Clark Square, before

before, with annoying crocosmia (including the pesky orange kind)

before, with annoying crocosmia (including the pesky orange kind)

after

after

after

after

Allan’s project was a windy one:

south side of police station, before

south side of police station, before

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before

after

after

Right under the police captain’s window, flattened and grown through with roses, Allan found a dessicated but still stinky dead raccoon.  Someone probably put it there.  We turned that problem over the to the city crew when I realized how odiferous it was.  They dealt with it promptly.  I will spare you the rather interesting photo Allan took of it.

While we worked, the city crew was busy putting up Christmas lights, their goal being to have the whole town extensively decorated before Thanksgiving.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

audience (Allan's photo)

audience (Allan’s photo)

There are four planters north of where we worked that we have bulbs in waiting for.  I was pleased to see they had been dug into to try and find an electrical problem that must be fixed.

I should be able to plant bulbs soon.

I should be able to plant bulbs soon.

at home

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Acanthus senii about to bloom

Geranium 'Rozanne' still blooming

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ still blooming

I worked on the blog post about Klipsan Beach Cottages journals as the first election results trickled in.  As the evening progressed, I kept blogging and checking the news, till we finally settled in to watch the telly news.  By then I knew the electoral college was hopeless for Hillary.  I had come to actually love her from reading about her extensively after my hopes for Bernie were dashed.  I don’t demand that a person be perfect and flawless before I love her and I had felt she would accomplish much good, and that anyone who carefully researched the many attacks on her would find her to be someone who had been falsely maligned on many counts.  I had been filled with real horror and disgust by her racist, xenophobic, and misogynistic opponent but I had never underestimated his ability to rile up the masses.

By 11, or maybe it was midnight, we watched a cooking show instead.  Or Allan did.  Because I was fairly quiet about it, he did not know that I couldn’t see through tears brought on by the realization that so much of social justice and environmentalism I had supported since age 12 was very likely about to be dismantled.  Everything that matters to me had been on the line.  It felt like an assault.  I almost wrote everything other than gardening…but…climate change affects gardening in a major way.

Three hours of sleep followed.  Frosty, who has never slept with me before, slept right by my head, purring in a way that did not help me sleep and yet was comforting.

My mother was conservative.  But I can tell you right now, the minute D.T. insulted her hero John McCain, she would have been done with him.  When he said of sexual assault in the military, “What did these geniuses expect when they put men & women together?”, she would have been done with him.  She was a Marine in WWII and she WAS sexually assaulted in the military.  When he made a joke about the Purple Heart, she would have been apoplectic.  I wish I could talk with her about it.


ginger

1995 (age 71):

Nov 8: I started piling new wood.  Some pieces big enough for chopping blocks.  I guess I’ll have to order split wood in future.  If Robert doesn’t have time I’ll have to hire someone to split it although Del offered to help me.  NICE MAN.  [Robert and I visited mom for 3 or 4 days each fall to do chores for her.]

Started hemming the new slacks I have had for months.  Then the shopper came [newspaper circular with ads].  Pansies and mums for 39 cents!  I dashed in and bought 4 full trays (64 plants).  I may go back for more plus some mums.

1997 (age 73):

Nov 8:  It was such a beautiful warm sunny day so I went out and worked in the upper part of the Tam area, cutting back, weeding etc.  I got about a third of the Tam flower bed done.

 

 

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Monday. 7 November 2016

Our mission today was to finish still more fall clean up.

Long Beach

Fifth Street Park was first on the agenda.  We did not know for sure if the Christmas sea serpent would be installed at the top of the fence on the northwest side.  Allan got the area ready just in case.  His photos:

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At the last minute, I decided he should not cut that one big miscanthus.  It still looks good, and balances the ones on the other side.  It is the last of several that were on the north side.  They were removed because the businesses behind them did not like the blocked visibility.

south side of the park

south side of the park where visibility is not an issue

The other grass that Allan did chop all the way looked tatty and was more in the way of the dragon.  I mean sea serpent.  I always think of it as a dragon.

Here's a photo from last year.

Here’s a photo from a previous Christmas.

Sadly for us, Captain Bob's Chowder was closed today.

Sadly for us, Captain Bob’s Chowder was closed today.

Meanwhile, I tackled the south east quadrant of the park.

 

before: Darmera peltata and Gunnera

before: Darmera peltata and Gunnera

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darmera roots saved for MaryBeth

darmera roots saved for MaryBeth

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after, with a blue spotlight

after, with a blue spotlight

Now the city crew will easily be able to clean out the pond.

We both worked on a difficult rectangular bed in southwest quadrant.  It is rooty, soggy, and always a misery to weed.

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Geranium 'Rozanne' still blooming

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ still blooming

lots of debris (Allan's photo)

lots of debris (Allan’s photo)

cosmos blooming in the City Works debris pile.

cosmos blooming in the City Works debris pile.

At home, we watched some telly.  Stressful suspense about the election was foremost in my mind.  As I write this five days later, to be published a week later, I am glad I was not too hopeful that a progressive government devoted more more than less to human rights would win. You know how that turned out.  Sleep eluded me for the most part.

In good news:

 

The work list is getting smaller.

The work list is getting smaller.


ginger

1995 (age 71):

Nov 7: Received firewood in pouring rain ($75.00).  They insisted it was dry.  Del Lord offered a tarp—much appreciated as the tarp I planned to use was very wet.

1997 (age 73):

Nov 7:  I did paperwork so got a late start outside.  So I only worked a couple of hours.  I planted a few tulips in the patio and UDFB [Upper Driveway Flower Bed].  I pulled scads of sweet woodruff and cut back several perennials and weeded so at least the UDFB is put to bed for the winter.  Later I’ll add some mulch.  Also stepped on Hardy Fuchsia shrub.  Damn.

1998 (age 74):

Nov 7: Noon-6:00  Peeled apples all afternoon, and got 10 more pints canned slices.

Next week:

  • Clean the rest of the pots and containers
  • Plant Park Seed perennials
  • Start planting container bulbs
  • Cut back all plants that have frozen

 

 

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