By which I mean the last spring clean up job of 2017; I hope not the last of our career, as we plan to keep working at least part time for several more years.
Sunday, 19 March 2017
We were pleased to have a good weather day for weeding and clipping the boatyard garden.Allan cleaned up the small bed just around the corner:
Some of the very old woody lavenders needed to go away. Allan did the digging:
I have forgotten which one this is. I have learned so many plant names in the last two years that I thought I would remember and don’t. I need to make a list as I learn them, because my memory does not grab on like it used to.
Edited to add: I found the name. Not a miscanthus. Pennisetum macrourum.
The garden still had a few crocuses…
But I had expected there to be daffodils, especially since I had planted about 100 of the same one as is blooming right now in the Long Beach welcome sign. As I began working in the garden, I realized Every Single Damn One had been PICKED. Not by deer (which would be unusual because narcissi are poisonous) but by humans. Each stem was cut down low. The foliage was not nipped at all like a deer would do.
A boat guy said that he had seen “a couple messing around in the garden” earlier that morning. Or the thievery could have happened over the weekend or late last week. It must have taken awhile to pick every single flower. So much for creating a great big beautiful show.
It was not a gardener thief, and I know that because I found a number of bulbs pulled out and just left lying on top. A gardener thief would have considered the bulbs to be extra bounty.I persisted at the job. It would have been enjoyable to work among flowers instead of in a garden with only a few crocuses. About a third of the way along, I thought we would never get it finished today. By the time we passed the gate and only had about one third left, I thought we would get done after all. And we did. The new owners of Marilyn’s garden stopped their vehicle to say hello. They are happy with Dave and Melissa’s spring clean up work at their new home. I am so glad the garden is in the hands of people who appreciate it.
Passersby did not have much to admire. I enjoyed when a small family passed, and the dad was reading aloud as he walked. I thought he said, “When she wanted to have her morning coffee there, she simply lifted him down into the garden.” I wondered from which story that comes. Google let me find it! Pippi Longstocking:
I took my after photos from the van because I was too sore to walk.
It would look a lot more interesting with 100 narcissi.
We had not put up our polite “do not pick” signs yet. Allan dropped me off at home and went to dump debris, and on the way back he put up the two signs that were still in good enough condition. The words “horse” and “barn door” come to mind. We have caught people picking flowers right smack dab under these signs before. I do think signage might deter some.
Wouldn’t it look nice if there actually were some flowers to leave?
At home, I was pleased to erase the last spring clean up job from the work board.
Tomorrow, I had been hoping for good weather. Now the forecast calls for rain. We need to check up on the Anchorage Cottages garden, and I want to photograph all the narcissi in Long Beach, while they are still there.