Monday, 31 May 2021

At home

Keeping Skooter confined to indoors and the catios is getting more and more difficult. For all of us. I missed his company in the garden, and it was sad to hear his plaintive meows from the Catio. He keeps his spray pump well primed to let us know, in the house, how upset he is about the whole thing.

Allan did a couple of cat related repairs, working more on the roof of the south Catio…

….and blocking access that allowed the neighbor cat, Onyx, to enter our property through the lean to greenhouse.

Maybe now Skooter won’t feel the need to leave spray messages inside the lean to.

Yesterday, while Sandra and I were sitting in the fire circle, Onyx came down the path meowing a greeting. Although we used to be friends, I have had to defend Skooter in fights so Onyx usually behaves furtively around me but now is as bold as can be. I said, Don’t think you own the place, Skooter WILL be back.

As I write this on June 5th, there have been no Catio escapes for a week.

The greenhouse is almost tidy. This year, inspired by how Beechgrove grows their tomatoes in their greenhouse or poly tunnels, I put my pots of tomatoes at ground level instead of on milk crates. This makes so much sense as the shelving frame will help support them and they won’t be so cramped at the top.

The rose is Dortmund.

I visited with Alicia on her back porches (there are two small porches from two doors, allowing social distancing) and then puttered in the garden, not accomplishing much.

The sale plants have all been well arranged. This is one of three main storage areas.

A beautiful peony is hiding under a large Euphorbia mellifera (honey spurge).

Fortunately, there is another plant of the same or similar peony (not sure why I have two) in the east bed.

My ‘Stuttgart’ canna is just barely outpacing the Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and is getting chomped by slugs and snails. Let the war of defense begin! I put Sluggo all around and in it.

Two plants of my Eryngium giganteum (Miss Willmott’s Ghost) are in bloom. I grew them from seed and am well pleased.

Alicia had brought us fresh produce. And she gave us a bunch of her lilacs that make the house smell good!

Sunday, 30 May 2021

At home

We started the day with some more rearranging. Allan took down all the extraneous plant tables and switched the two window box liners from ones containing spring bulbs to ones containing nasturtiums…which I am trying again even though it was a fail last year.

Skooter was very unhappy being kept indoors and in the catios. After a lot of caterwauling, he fell asleep.

We were unhappy, too, because he is spraying around the house to express his displeasure: on doors, chairs, and walls. And he is swatting and growling at the yearling cats. I am not sure how long we can last with our resolve (as suggested by his vet) to keep him in for two weeks.

Allan moved the chaise longue into the Catio. The theory is that I would sit and read with him. But I rarely sit in the garden and almost a week later still have not tried it out.

It was a big hit with Faerie.

“For me?”

She was so excited when Skooter came to investigate that she fell off.

She rolled right onto the floor.

I checked on how the Boat Shapes garden looks from Alicia’s driveway because she and Brian are coming to their house next door for a few days.

Not too bad, could be better

One of her grandma’s roses is looking exceptionally floriferous…although deer have turned it into a tree rose.

We had company in the afternoon: Sandra from South Bend, whom we had met three years ago at Markham Farm when it was on the north county garden tour. This was her first visit to our garden.

We walked all around the garden.

She doted on the cats. I don’t know why I didn’t think of letting her into the Catio to try out the couch.

She and I sat around the unlit campfire circle and exchanged cat and dog tales and had a jolly old time imagining people on the hill having drinks while watching Allan chase the feline escapees around the roof the other day. I hadn’t laughed so hard in a very long time.

I also enjoyed tales of New Zealand, her homeland, and I appreciated that she admired my garden debris piles and said they reminded her of a big country garden.

Our view from the campfire circle…

In the evening, while I watered, she took a solitary walk around the garden before departing.

I took some photos in the evening light.

I love the look of my Callistemon ‘Wetlands Challenged Mutant’ even though it has not yet bloomed and may not till next year.

The rebar circle thingie is doing a good job of holding up the tall veronicastrum.

We have one more day off before embarking on a great big three day work week.

Saturday, 29 May 2021

At home

Because we’d started our plant sale two years ago on the traditional garage sale Memorial Day weekend (Friday through Sunday) we decided to reprise our sale today, for one day, just to help people remember it. And because my dream was to end up with enough plants gone that I’d need only three main areas of plant storage.

I woke up at five AM and couldn’t get back to sleep. This means I did the whole day on three hours of sleep. I was outside by seven thirty doing last minute weeding and garden fluffing.

Allan went out at nine and put up signs. Other than Facebook, his five signs were our only advertising.

Last week, Skooter had so much fun being petted and admired, but today he had to stay in the catios with a sign saying that he is convalescing and can’t come out to play. (If someone had tried to scritch him on the cheek, as one does with cats, it would have been shocking to touch the abscess wound). He meowed a lot.

The first hour had a few people, some of whom said they returned to see if we were open because they remembered the sale from two years ago.

One of six plant sale areas

Then there was a long quiet spell during which I thought we were wasting our time. At least I was able to putter in the garden; Allan read his kindle at his cashier station in front of the garage. I had been well aware that our popularity two years ago also had to do with our friend Betty having a sale two doors down to the east and sending lots of people our way. This year, she is having her sale on the Fourth of July weekend. Perhaps we will put out our sale remnants one more time then.

Lunch alone

But in the last two hours, the action picked up and we had one plant enthusiast who filled three boxes. We had a visit from our former client, Erin, who brought her darling new puppy, Blueberry. With fewer people, I could walk around the garden with them.

Making a new friend

We did manage to offload enough plants to reorganize them into three areas…well, four, if you count the clutter of propagated cuttings and divisions on the greenhouse patio. I worked till dusk (after eight) sorting and consolidating and clearing all the extra tables so they could be put away tomorrow. My back was screaming but I was satisfied. I’ll be able to get at my compost bins again!

Out of ten, I only had two elephant garlics sold…

….so I won’t bother with them again. Siberian Iris are also not popular, even though the first year I had people begging for them because I had a spectacular tall one in bloom. I had moved it this spring and it was not spectacular yet. I dumped out the elephant garlic, retrieved as much potting soil as I could, cut the tops off for my compost and put the bulbs into the wheelie bin. It’s something that I have so much of, I don’t want nine more. Sanguisorbas, one of my favourite perennials, are also not popular because they don’t look like much in a pot. My sign describing them, while enthusiastic, did not do the trick for them or other other choice plants that I love and would have snapped up in the past had I seen them while shopping!

Sorting in progress

Meanwhile, Allan mowed Alicia’s quite enormous lawn.

I was so enormously tired that I was asleep by midnight, almost unheard of, and slept for almost eight hours.

Friday, 28 May 2021

At home

Fixing the Catio roofs had not been Allan’s plan for the day, but it’s what he did pretty much all day.

He started on the easier fix while we bided time till Skooter’s 2 PM vet appointment. On the larger back Catio, a tree dahlia taller than the roof had interfered with a tidy netting job last year. I cut it down this morning, to just above the new shoots.


Below, with the tree dahlia removed but last year’s mish mash of netting still there.

After: When the Dahlia imperialis (from Secret Garden Growers) gets that tall again, a perfect sized hole can be cut for it.

Skooter was not happy at being kept in all day, not even on such a beautiful Catio as this.

At 1:30, he was bundled into his cat carrier, a large and luxurious one from which his angry cries resonated all the way to the clinic in Seaview, a two mile drive. He was taken in by the vet assistant and then, after his abscess draining and antibiotic shot, he was returned to us by the veterinarian. She said he had been ever so well behaved and that she had never seen so much fluid come out of an abscess and to keep an eye on it as it might or might not return. She advised he be kept indoors for two weeks. Uh oh.

At home, he was not happy to find he was not being let out of the Catio. All my plant sale prep had the background noise of meowing, ranging from plaintive and pitiful to angry and loud.

Allan began to repair the front catio, where the roof had been removed in order to retrieve Faerie and Nickel after their great escape. I had tragically cut off some of the branches on my Azara to make the reconstruction easier.

Sad, and cleaning it up was one of my projects.

He also made some plant sale signs. This one was a reject. He says you have to start from each end to space the letters right. I ended up with a similar problem on a recent garden sign.

Meanwhile, I had spent my day doing sale preparation, reorganizing plants more than I needed to, and not getting enough weeding time because of our cat problems yesterday and today. At five PM, I went out to the Bogsy Wood to admire our pruning from last week and found that one of our nice open seasonal pond areas was completely obscured by a fallen willow. We’d had quite a windstorm the previous day.

First, I was happy because the center area looked great.

Then I walked to the next section to admire and found all I could see was fallen willow. All the good negative space was gone.

I had an hour to fix it before I simply had to water potted plants and fish totes. Allan was still finishing the front catio. (We won’t be able to test it till Sunday.)

Below: That was the best I could do….

…especially when I realized another big piece had come down on the fence.

On the inside of the fence, it was smothering the swale that is the main feature of the Bogsy Wood.

I managed to prune it enough to get the swale back (creating a new debris pile).

Two spheres had come down with the fallen branches in the willow grove. I had managed to retrieve them and hang them in the center pond area, where I think they show off better anyway.

All of that had taken an hour of top speed repairs. As I returned to the garden, I looked back. The photo doesn’t show it, because of the evening light, but you can see that the spheres are out there and it makes you want to go see.

Back in the plant sale area, I spray painted some one way arrows on the lawn….

…and watered all the containers well because I won’t water them tomorrow morning so they won’t be heavily wet. I did some final tagging up until dark. Except for last minute morning preparations, we were as ready as we could be.

It was a relief to put our feet up and watch Gardeners’ World with dinner.

Thursday, 27 May 2021

At home

As I had feared, rain and wind kept us from working but hadn’t kept Skooter from choosing to stay out all night.

He came home mid morning and sat around like an unhappy sausage.

In looking him over, I thought that one cheek looked and felt bigger than the other, although it didn’t seem to hurt him.

I called for an urgent care appointment and got one. I sent the photo above to Skooter’s vet, who agreed his cheek looked like there would be an abscess needing treatment, one that had not formed when she saw him on Tuesday.

By wielding his unhappy meows and his back end spray gun, he convinced me to let him out. The rain had stopped for a moment.Allan tried to follow him, but lost track of him as always happens.

Before Skooter disappeared, he rubbed both cheeks on my faux flint wall as if it didn’t hurt at all.

I potted up some more plant starts in the garage to stay out of a new squall of heavy rain and wind. Just as the weather improved, we had company, a pleasant interlude: Jane of the Mulch Maid blog and Ben. Jane had kindly scored some cool plants for me from a recent bloggers’ plant swap in Portland.

I had a plant or two that interested her, of which I was glad, and we sent them off with a handful of young broad beans for dinner.

Later, I was schlepping trays of plants around to make the best table combinations for our plant remnants sale when I heard a meow from the top of the garage roof. There was Faerie, having escaped the Catio yet again. I dropped what I was doing and rushed to find Allan in his shop. By then, Nickel had also popped his head over the edge of the roof, trilling piteously.

Up Allan went on the ladder. What followed was a keystone cops chase all over the roof, to the potential amusement of anyone uphill who might be looking out their window. I hoped Allan wouldn’t end up on youtube.

Faerie found a nook where the garage roof overhangs the lean-to shed.

She took treats….

….but then retreated, hissing, when Allan tried to get her out. Finally she went back to the Catio roof, as did Nickel, who Allan finally managed to catch and bring down the ladder to be put inside. There seemed to be no way to catch Faerie. After an hour had passed and the rain had returned, Allan dismantled part of the Catio roof (my idea) in order to reach Faerie and pull her through. He then found her escape hatch. She’d worked a hole in the wire mesh next to one of the trunks of my precious Azara microphylla ‘Variegata’.

He removed the bamboo poles and the wire…

..and finally grabbed her and pulled her through, with me crying out “Grab her scruff!” Because she is so tiny, I’m afraid she’d be hurt by pulling her from her midriff. He got her scruff, like the mother cat does, and was able to hand her down to me.

Why do we have cats?

That ended the outside portion of the day for all the cats. Skooter returned soon after and was put into the house and won’t be let out until his after appointment the next day at two. He won’t like that.

What I did not like was my necessary decision to cut some of the branches off of my beloved Azara to make it easier for Allan to repair the Catio roof on another day.

Makes me sad…

Here are three photos that Allan took today before all the excitement.

The flowers of broad beans (called fava beans here).
Baby spiders

Because we have lost so much time to cat escapades and will lose another hour tomorrow taking Skooter to the clinic, I canceled any idea of work tomorrow. The port will just have to stay somewhat weedy till next week. Sometimes it’s especially helpful to be self-employed.

Wednesday, 26 May 2021

The Depot Restaurant

I planted more of the world’s smallest cosmos seedlings, while realizing that, as happened in other gardens including my own front garden, the perennial growth has gotten so lush that it is almost impossible to squeeze any cosmos in.

So ridiculously small, but well-rooted

I put a little bamboo cane, not tall enough to be an eye poker, next to each baby cosmos to protect them from anyone going in the garden to, say, work on the sprinklers. I also tried something new, planting a few cosmos on the parking side of the logs, which is wider because of big vehicles nosing the logs in.

Patti’s garden

Stella got her biscuit.

Allan weeded the shade bed….

….while I planted tiny cosmos in the flower bed, where reseeded cosmos from last year are bigger than my seedlings. I also planted three kinds of morning glory seeds along the fence: Heavenly Blue, Flying Saucers, Grandpa Ott. I had soaked them for twenty four hours.

I have read that cosmos can be seeded in an unheated greenhouse earlier than I did (mid March). Also, we had such a cold spring… Next year I am going to patiently seed them all into six packs instead of seed trays.

Katie’s garden

We only work on Katie’s tiny garden a few times a year, today because we picked up some buckets of bunny poo. I did not plant any cosmos babies because the family has a new digging dog. Katie had acquired some new plants, including three that made me jealous (an abutilon, a lochroma, and a cute spiny aloe) that we made room for in the garden beds and in pots on her deck.

The cute dog just ruches around a bit and doesn’t break off the lilies.

The Basket Case Greenhouse

We stopped for some potting soil and bought some Seashells cosmos that will make a quicker show than mine for our next job.

Diane’s garden

Allan cleared a bunch of wood strawberry, a rampant ground cover, from the center of the driveway bed to make room for cosmos. I’ve wanted to retrieve that garden area for years but hadn’t had time till we divested ourselves of Long Beach.

I planted cosmos in the roadside garden, the cleared and mulched driveway bed, and the septic vault.

Allan tied up the larger sweet peas, being careful not to step on the baby cosmos.

The Red Barn

We just added some yellow bidens to the barrel planters. One of the friendly horsewomen is watering the planters, most helpful.

Bentley got his biscuit, which he took off to bury, as usual.

Ilwaco post office

On the way to work this morning, I had noticed a weed in front of the post office garden. We stopped to pull it on the way home and, of course, found many more and spent an hour on our volunteer garden bed, including planting some cosmos. Allan did take a couple of photos, but they have disappeared into the ether.

J Crew Cottage

When we got home, we checked on the sprinkler watering at the cottage across the street. It wasn’t hitting one side of the garden, so Allan readjusted it.

Allan got this great photo today of an Allium christophii just opening.

The work board tonight:

I’m a little worried because when we drove along the port gardens yesterday, I felt the west curbside beds looked too weedy, and I need to get the cosmos planted at the boatyard and maybe other places. But tomorrow is supposed to be stormy, and Friday I wanted to weed all day for my garden open day. I think we might have to work Friday morning and am not happy about it.

Tuesday, 25 May 2021

The day began with taking Skooter to a veterinary appointment because he is so grumpy and angry. He had a worrisome bump on his head, which got a good cleaning and wasn’t serious. He was glad to be back home. The vet said to keep on eye on him for the next couple of days and let her know how he was doing. It seemed a significant thing to say,so I particularly noticed. She is taking his bad mood seriously. It is hard, though, not being able to go into the clinic and talk in the exam room. Skooter was glad to get home. I will spare you the photos showing the cleaned up bump on top of his head. He’s been fighting.

We then set off with some trays of the world’s most microscopic cosmos seedlings (Cupcakes and Saucers, Seashells, Picotee, and a new tall yellow kind).

Mike’s garden

Planting tiny cosmos

Allan noticed the silver-backed foliage of the blue globe thistle.

J Crew Cottage

This photo doesn’t really capture what was bothering me: the Lion King Dutch Iris clash terribly with the bright pink azalea!

I’ll replace them with a better color this autumn.

Allan cleaned up the accursed scilla from around the young hydrangeas.

We had to get a bale of mulch from our garage to fluff up the bed where we removed a mugo pine last year. I’m sorry to say that it was raised bed and potting mix which has peat. I had not realized that till very recently.

I still haven’t figured out if I’ll put in a large feature plant. For now, the mulched bed got little baby cosmos.

I feel I might need to add another bag of some darker color of mulch.

The roses in the back garden looked aphid and thrip free.

Zepherine Drouhin

Ilwaco Fire Station

We checked on our volunteer garden. The north bed of ferns and shade perennials is slowly filling in. I wish I’d planted more.

The west side is too full and narrow for cosmos.

I managed to squeeze some in to the southwest corner, where they probably won’t get enough water to be perfectly happy. (We only water there once a week.)

Port of Ilwaco

I planted cosmos in the Time Enough Books curbside bed and on the south side of the port office. Don Nisbett gave Allan a cute little cup, having remembered that Allan had told him months ago that the previous cute little Nisbett cup had gotten broken.

Allan was well chuffed.

He weeded the curbside bed north of the port office.

Usually the deer eat the columbines before they bloom, just leaving sticks.

Megan was just leaving Purly Shell with Ruby and Hope!

They got biscuits.
A rose campion bud got in the way.

Once upon a time I would have said we must plant the cosmos at the boatyard, too, and work until 8. But those days are gone. We did drive by the boatyard garden to make sure it did not look disastrously bad.

It will do. I hit the wall on work a lot earlier in the day than I used to and did not feel up to finding room in the garden for a few clumps of cosmos.

Norwood garden

I went round the Norwood garden weeding and removing dead bulb foliage.

We aren’t the ones who pruned Alicia’s lilac!
In pruning awkward branches off that fuchsia, I seem to have turned it into a standard!

At home, the work board before and after…

At home

Sunday, 23 May 2021

We’d had some intense rain overnight.

I woke to drizzle and also to the strong desire to do some pruning in the willow grove. I had been wanting to but just hasn’t had time because of plant sale preparation. I needed Allan’s help with this because I don’t have sure footing getting in and out of the dried out seasonal pond.

The willow grove’s seasonally water-filled ditch has the feeling of three sections. The east end is a bog which no longer fills with water and is a project for later. The center is the deepest part of the ditch and can be viewed from our Adirondack chairs that we got from the Boreas Inn. That’s where we started.

My big idea had been to lift up the branches by pruning out the lower two long ones so that the pond, wet or dry, would show better.

But when Allan got in there, I thought of a new plan, which was to open up the center so we had a veiled view of the parking lot (which bustles with summer fishing activity) and At the Helm Hotel a little over a block away. It seemed to me that a glimpse of the outside world would be intriguing. The light was so flat and misty that none of our cameras could clearly catch the view of the hotel.

Now only the upright willows on the other side of the ditch provide privacy in that one spot….

…and they are on port property. It would be rather a shock if the port cleared them away, as they sometimes do. We’d have more of a view than we bargained for.

While Allan pruned, I had string trimmed more around the chairs…

…and had removed a potentially foot-tripping line of bricks that I had installed at the bottom of the gate for reasons I don’t remember. Allan thinks to keep critters out, but I think it was too narrow a spot for critters to go under the gate even without the bricks.

The next section of the willow grove is to the west where a big willow with horizontal trunks divides the seasonal pond into a third area, one which was also hard to see. After much ongoing discussion, not always with the complete amicability, we settled on removing a large trunk to open the area up for viewing. By we, I mean Allan did the work.

After all that excitement, I spent the rest of the day puttering around consolidating plant sale plants into smaller areas, deciding that we’d have the sale one more time the following Saturday to, I hope, get the remaining plants down to just a couple of tables full, and I planted some of the plants that had been brought to me by Ann and from our tour guests from Olympia.

Polyganatum verticillatum went back to the southwest corner where it can run if it wants to.

I took some photos around the garden while planting.

Persicaria bistorta ‘Superba’
Center: Leycesteria ‘Jealousy’
Gold leaved astilbe

I planted three kinds of courgettes seeds in mounds in the winter cold frame …

…..and picked the last of the delicious spring radishes.

This is what happens when you forget to harvest a radish until it gets too big.

We’ve been eating broad beans, known here as fava beans, with dinner lately. When they are small, you can cook them like regular green beans, although it seems to be advised that one must cook them for ten minutes because of digestive problems. I don’t recall any of the British gardening shows talking about that!

Skooter loves the outdoor couch and chair cushions and probably thinks, in a feline way, that they appeared just for him.

Monday, 24 May 2021

We’d had more rain.

I thoroughly tidied the greenhouses, sorted and consolidated small plastic pots, and made room for tomatoes and cucumbers.

The Greys preferred to stay indoors during such weather.

Yesterday’s evening photo on the cat bench cushion was the last time Skooter had been seen. He had not come home at midnight, which means he has to stay out all night. We were calling to him and searching around the house and garden even at two AM. He used to have cat door access but that has changed with Nickel loudly demanding to be allowed the living room at night, which means the cat door to the outside has to be closed.

Skooter came nonchalantly sauntering back at four in the afternoon. I’d been about to call the vet, where he has an appointment tomorrow morning, to tell them we might not be able to find him. Because of the appointment, he had to stay in from four in the afternoon till the next mid morning. At first, he slept off his adventure on top of Allan’s slippers….

…but then realized he would have to stay indoors all evening, leading to much rageful complaining and bad behavior.

Meanwhile, Faerie got out onto the front catio roof twice. The first time, she meowed in fear. Allan got a ladder and rescued her. The second time, she seemed pleased with herself and stuck her claws into him during the second ladder rescue. It was almost dark by then, so the front catio has to be closed off till the breach can be found. This led to a restless and unhappy Nickel, who loves the front catio, and to just five hours of sleep for the humans, and to much self questioning of why we have cats at all. Faerie reminded me why by sleeping peacefully tucked under my chin for most of the night.

Friday, 20 May 2021

I did more sorting, refining plant labels, and weeding.

Ann Amato had brought me two big aspidistras, which can be grown outdoors here in a shady spot. After checking they they are not toxic to cats, I planted one in the front catio and gave one to Allan for his garden. It’s in the middle, below.

Ready or not….I do wish I’d had another weeding day.

About one fifth of the table displays

Saturday, 21 May 2021

I was thrilled to wake up early and find that plant sale day was beautiful, not windy, just sunny enough.

I pulled a few more weeds and moved around a few more plants as ten o clock drew near and then just had time to wolf down my oatmeal before opening time. Meanwhile, Allan was setting up to cashier at the garage door and observing that cars had arrived and were waiting for the opening minute.

Many people arrived in the first hour. I know I missed saying hello to some. Face blindness is exacerbated by masking. We certainly appreciated that masks were de rigueur for shopping, although sometimes removed for conversation among vaccinated friends standing apart from other people. I did not even recognize Our Lezlie and had to ask who she was, it’s been so long. We were pleased to see so very many gardening friends enjoying the garden.

Joe and Mark

We even had friends from Olympia, folks we had met when they came two years ago on the garage sale weekend, our first plant sale.

Skooter got lots of attention. He reigned from an Adirondack throne in the willow grove.

At the very end, our good friend, artist Joe Chasse, came to visit and lingered for awhile. We have not seen him for almost a year.

Because we were too busy to take more photos than those above, I turn to the view from two friends. I’m always interested to see what people notice in the garden.

Tony Hofer’s photos

Marlene, Scott, and Marlene’s cute Japanese Chins.
Scott and Tony’s Rudy enjoying the lawn.

Photos by Teri Terabek Griffin

Fuchsia magellanica as a tree

Thanks, Tony and Teri, for letting us see our garden through your eyes. It was the perfect end to our day to sit down and look at these photos.

We have enough plants left for another day (even though some, like the alliums, are sold out) so are reprising the sale during the actual “World’s Longest Garage Sale” weekend, but only on Saturday, May 29th, from 10-4. Second verse, same as the first! In real time, that’s today!

Real time alert: We are reprising our plant sale tomorrow, May 29th, from 10-4, having added a few plants and sold out of a few. This is in conjunction with the World’s Longest Garage Sale. I think that Mark and and Joe up on 270th, near Nahcotta, and Ed Strange in Tides West, are having their plant sales this weekend also, probably starting on Friday.

Thursday, 19 May 2021

Klipsan Beach

We finally got to Gail’s garden during rhododendron time, which I’ve been meaning to do for two years. She lives on a property that used to be owned by a manager of the famous Clark rhododendron nursery that was located on the bay (partly where our friends Steve and John have their fabulous bayside garden). The tour included good visiting, too, with Gail, Mark and Joe who help with the garden, and a multitude of sweet dogs, all of whom got biscuits.

And then we toured, so come along while we walk around the sizable property, giving each blooming rhododendron its due attention. This is about the middle of the flower show, as a few are past and a few are still coming on.

Allan noticed this Persicaria, which I hope to get a start of!
Sword fern

It had been a close call for the Crinodendron hookerianum when a big tree fell last winter. We are all glad it was spared.

Also known as Chilean lantern tree
Mark at work
East side of house, the slough, filled with Spirea douglasii so will be a mass of pink spikes.
A double tree
Path around the south side
On the edge of the slough.
Monty would approve of the meadow. “There’s nothing more beneficial to insects than long grass.”
An old rose rambles through this rhododendron.
Now along the entry drive again.
Variegated weigela
Mark’s support for an old rose.
We close with a green hellebore still blooming.