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Tuesday, 24 March 2020

Skooter in the morning, next to my sleepy head:

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I made a statement on our Facebook business page and felt relieved to have the decision done with. I was probably just making it so no one else would make it for us, because one of my many flaws is that I do not excel at being told what to do or not do.
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I got the rainy day I had been waiting for to read my new and quite rare book by Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy, a birthday present from Allan. Only 3000 copies were printed, as far as I can tell. Just 85 large pages long, with Don’s full page illustrations of Christopher and of their friends, it is a month of a Christopher diary.

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As I neared the end, the sun came out. I ignored it and finished reading.
I found out where Skooter was when our neighbor, Jessika, texted me this photo.
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Allan had observed the visit from his desk window:

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We’d had this much rain:

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Allan’s photo

Onyx from next door leapt from our garden over the fence to his own, with Skooter following.
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My project before:

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and after:

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Casualties: One lily bud and one rhododendron bud.
The soil looks quite battered and uneven. I hope to have enough compost to mulch it. Or…I could use leaves that are not yet leaf mold, I suppose, since is this is pretty much a semi-shady shrub border.
Here is blurry proof that my young and shockingly pricey Stachyurus praecox is blooming. I had ordered it through Plant Lust without paying attention to how high the shipping charge was.
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It actually originated at Gossler Farms and I should have ordered it direct. I was just so excited to find one after years of questing to have it again. Here is the one from my old house, that was too big to move:

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If I am mostly going to be home for weeks, I really must start using a better camera than my old iPhone.
My large willow leaved stachyurus is not nearly as floriferous.
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When I get all the weeding done, I will do some pruning and shaping up.

I love the pink and lavender of this primrose and hebe in Allan’s garden:

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The water canoe (Allan’s photos)

B7A56560-B3FF-46FC-B153-C964A21CAEE3Meanwhile, with his boat project on hiatus due to lack of an instruction booklet, Allan worked on the south fence where a branch had pushed down the top board.
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Allan’s photos:

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With no work on the immediate horizon, I made an at home gardening list.
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You would think I would get that list of indoor jobs done, but I still have not, as I’d rather read a book.
The garden jobs won’t get erased in an orderly fashion because I choose to work in whichever part of the garden is quietest or least windy. I am so grateful that we have a garden to goof around in.

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After dinner and some telly, just after midnight, I was catching up on the local newsgroups and saw this.
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My heart raced and my nerves jangled until, about fifteen minutes, later an update said no tsunami danger. It’s been on my mind that our worst case scenario here is a tsunami now. Please—Just. Not. Now.
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news from the beach and beyond 

Campgrounds closing, public asked to stay off the beaches
…in an attempt to keep visitors away, usually the opposite of what we want.

An article with some brilliant tweets about the value of old folks

Monday, 23 March 2020

Karla from Time Enough Books texted me in the late morning that she had a book to drop off for me, one that has been on order since November (A Woman’s War, part of the Home Fires WWII series). We exchanged book and money with careful sanitation and mostly six foot apart distancing. Again, the money exchange was glitchy. Because it was windy, I handed her the money with tongs, at the longest possible arms length. What I should have done is put the envelope down under a small rock and backed away. Next time, I will have the method all sorted.

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Skooter wanted some pets from Karla, but since I had petted him, it seemed like improper social distancing.

Her bookstore, Time Enough Books, is now closed for the duration or until…who knows.

Although I wanted to weed in the back garden (fluffier soil thus more fun), I chose the front to stay out of a cold wind from the south. I did not make as much progress as I had hoped.

Almost before:

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After (far from done):

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And a wheelbarrow of weeds and linaria and libertia to be potted up for the elusive plant sale.
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I would have enjoyed being home, and yet I felt guilty about any moments of enjoyment of being home while the whole world is suffering so all at once.

Allan, who has been working on his boat project, installed the Great Wall of China just before dusk.
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Because of the Washington State stay at home order, I had texted the Long Beach parks manager today to find out if they want me to maintain the city planters at this time. The reply was “We’ll let you know,” I assume after some kind of city hall discussion.

I had been planning six days off to recuperate from weeding the beach approach, having fluffed the planters nicely and planted sweet peas and poppies before taking a break. Wednesday or Thursday was my proposed next planter maintenance day.

In the evening, after watching the quite terrifying news, I made my own decision. We would stay at home for a couple of weeks and see what happens.  The next morning, I texted Parks Manager Mike and City Hall to let them know. The idea of swathes of unkempt narcissi bothers me a lot, but there is just not enough social distancing in Long Beach for my comfort right now. The sidewalks are narrow, and I cannot count on pedestrians to give us warning and six feet of space. I will revisit this decision in a couple of weeks.  The quest for information online about whether or not gardening is an essential job has been futile so far.

While it might seem this decision will save the city money in a time of need, having to bring the planters back from the possibility of weeks of weeds would take as long as keeping them cared for each week!

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news update from the beach 

Seaside, Oregon made the unprecedented decision to close the city beach to everyone, including residents, in a bold move to keep tourists away. The beach there is right by downtown, with houses and hotels overlooking it. (Here, the beach is several long blocks to the west of Long Beach.) It must be strange and depressing to live in Seaside, see the beach from town, and not be able to walk on it. I am particularly sure that children and dogs find it most disheartening.
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From the Seattle Times, https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/coronavirus-concerns-turning-washingtons-tourist-destinations-into-ghost-towns/

California had the same spring break problem, despite the state already having a stay at home order: 
https://www.cnn.com/2020/03/23/us/california-stay-at-home-beach-goers/index.html

More concerns about the spring break hordes: Will spring breakers be super spreaders?

That phenomenon apparently has happened with Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

From the senior center, a Facebook plea:

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All of Pacific County has now closed its hotels and lodgings, the town of Long Beach was described as “like a ghost town” today. All state parks in Washington have closed to the public along with various waysides, including many of the places Allan would normally be going boating on a nice March day off.

Sunday, 22 March 2020

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Jazmin has decided Allan is her favourite. She sits on his lap during telly watching and now has decided to sleep in his room. I think she got mad at me when her nemesis, Skooter, chose my lap for awhile. Now Skooter has chosen a dining room chair and I have no lap cat at all in the evening.

(WordPress has slipped me into some sort of block editor format that I can’t seem to remove from this section of today’s post.)

I managed to start gardening by one PM, quite a triumph these days, and transplanted strawberries from the third metal trough to some large plastic containers on the patio, safe from deer. Now I must decide what to do with this proposed kitchen garden container area, and whether or not to try to enclose it against the deer.

Oh, my poor languishing plant sale plants. Anyway, I have the old filing cabinet that we turned into a container. Last year I used pots inside it to save on soil, and grew morning glories. This year I think I should fill it all the way with soil and plant something edible, but what? On this warm south wall, beans might thrive if protected from deer, but would something else benefit from a wall and a deep root run? (Later: I am thinking beans and zucchini together. And I don’t even like zucchini. Desperate times!)

I had been brooding about extending the gravel project into the front grass path, making all the front garden paths gravel. The grass turns brown (or gold) in summer.

All sorts of pandemic questions came into play. Will I be able to get gravel later? If I get it now, it would block the garage, and what if I got sick and couldn’t do the project? I realized I was being ridiculously obsessed and should just focus on getting the entire big garden weeded, front and back. If gravel has to wait, so be it; it would be a good winter project, should we live so long.

So never mind that, for now.

Allan was gluing some pieces for his boat kit. While they dried, I asked him if he’d help plant poppies over at the fire station. Rumor has it our governor would be issuing a stay at home order tonight. Without knowing just what that would entail, I wanted to get the seeds into our volunteer garden now. I could have wheelbarrowed over there on my own, but that feels so conspicuous as I have to pass several houses to get there.

He agreed. We took the Slayer shovel and, while I planted seeds in the corner garden,…

….he dug out the yellow flag Iris (a noxious weed here) along the east side. Last year, it had barely emerged and I had not been sure which Iris it was.

I reorganized some ornamental grasses and planted poppy seeds in the newly cleared area.

We snagged four buckets of leaves from a shady corner for leaf mold…

….and then went home to stay for a few more days, at least, while we wait to see what to do about work. That is, at home except for middle of the night forays to the post office to get our mail from our box. This is an ongoing problem when one is trying to avoid deadly germs, and Allan has been going only about every third day. We’ve been trying to sign up for a USPS notification that shows online what letter sized mail is in the box, but there has been a glitch.

I was able to take a birthday present out of the garage quarantine tonight: just the kind of thing I very much like, from Seaview Sarah.

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News report from our coast

Because of the swarms of spring break tourists, Long Beach made the emergency decision to close the beach approach roads in order to make staying here less appealing to them.

This left the approach roads outside of Long Beach town’s jurisdiction open. County commissioners had already begun working on this and by the next day, those were also closed. On Facebook, this photo of the Ocean Park approach was shared.

This means no vehicles on the beach, something I have longed for since I first came here in 1991. But not for this reason.

By evening, all hospitality lodging in the entirety of Pacific County was ordered closed. You can read more here.

The tourists had started leaving, with nowhere to stay and no beach to drive on. While we were at the fire station garden, I had noticed a steady stream of traffic heading away. Thank goodness. By evening, Washington’s governor had put in place a stay at home order for the entire state, except for “essential businesses.” More on this tomorrow.

And in some sweet and touching news, our local police department will be helping at risk elderly local citizens by picking up and delivering their medical prescriptions.

Facebook reminded me today of this memory of the annual Empty Bowls event, always in March, which raised money to help the food banks. Do you remember days like these…

….days when we could gather in groups to support worthy causes and artistic endeavors? When will they come again?

Saturday, 21 March 2020

At home

Jazmin waited patiently for her cereal milk.

I had some difficulty getting out the door again because of reading the news.

Allan continued working on his boat project.

The instruction book is for a later model, making the project especially interesting.

Roxanne and her daughter Veda came to pick up three bags of books that I think Veda might like and to deliver potting soil from their nursery, the Basket Case. Normally we would have helped Roxanne unload but now…social distancing.

She brought us some perishable shopping items from the grocery store, much appreciated as, being old and at risk (!!!), we shouldn’t shop for ourselves at this time. I am used to be being the one doing favors for people. It is weird being on the other end.

I had a bouquet picked for Roxanne and her family; flowers and vase were handled with sterile gloves.

The book bags, also handled with new and sterile gloves, were placed outside the porch…

….and I handed off the money for soil and groceries with long handled tongs, but it would have been better to set it down to maintain the entire six feet of distancing all the time. We are all slowly learning this dance.

I at last had enough early veg seeds planted so that I could do some more spring clean up of ornamentals, including trimming fronds of ferns. These sword ferns were perfectly arranged for ease of trimming with The Toy.

Skooter wished to help.

Outside the south deer fence, I found that a willow had dropped a big branch onto the sword ferns there.

The meander line pond is still pretty full.

I love the color of this flowering quince that I got from Cistus Nursery years ago.

This was the year I had resolved to make a mid April day trip to Joy Creek and Cistus nurseries after having been too busy for several years. That won’t happen…and lost work will put a big dent in the plant budget.

This is my favourite narcissus right now.

In Allan’s garden, I was thrilled to see a trillium that I bought at Dancing Oaks Nursery in 2016. It looks like it might finally bloom this year.

Fingers crossed. I should have put some Sluggo around it.

Jazmin likes to be near us in the garden.

While waiting for some glue to dry, Allan removed the sharp bits from some metal hoops that I will use for garden decoration.

Skooter and my Corylopsis pauciflora glowed in early evening light.

We had decided to have a campfire. Allan picked up fallen branches around the garden.

Tonight was 2020’s first use of the fire circle. I wonder when we will again be able to have friends join us here.

Is that a crows’ nest in the Bogsy Wood?

The fire circle dinner of sausages in buns with mustard and ketchup tasted wonderful. Jazmin joined the festivities.

We stayed out till dusk, not dark, as it is still quite chilly at night.

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Local news

All day, the local news distracted me from gardening. I was shocked at the stories of the spring breakers inundating the peninsula and northern Oregon coast with no social distancing, buying up groceries from our hard hit almost breadless stores, in some cases being drunk, and behaving, well, like they owned the place.

Here are some of the articles I read, with pertinent quotes excerpted.

Amid Health Experts Pleas to Stay Home, Coast still sees visitors

“When asked about the recommendations and pleas from health experts and local and national leaders to stop nonessential travel to help slow down the spread of the virus, Smith said “if it’s a risk to you then you should stay inside,” but that her and Wilson are “good.”

And

“Isaac Roberts is visiting Seaside with friends from Washington.

“Not sure if we’re really following protocol but it’s nice and sunny down here,” Roberts told FOX 12.Roberts did acknowledge the risk the virus poses to more vulnerable members of the community, like the sick and elderly. “No, those concerns were still not enough to keep us from coming here,” he said after a pause.”

Despite warning, invasions of tourists…

Excerpt: “Outrage. Disbelief. Fear for my family and friends in the vulnerable populations with the thousands, yes thousands, of people that are pouring into Tillamook County as I write this.
Look at these photos of traffic jams and overflowing parking lots – from Oswald West in the North to Cape Kiwanda and Pacific City in the south. Obviously, the masses didn’t get the message, or just chose to ignore it, and endanger our local residents.”

The locals are not being silent – If you are vacationing here on the North Oregon Coast right now, we have one message for you – GO HOME! Come back after the pandemic. Do you realize how much you are endangering our community? Our small urgent care facilities and hospitals are not equipped to handle our normal population.”

This link might go to a heartfelt plea from the mayor of Tillamook.

And the mayor of Warrenton, right across the river from us, gave tourists 24 hours to leave town.

This was shortly followed by the mayor of Long Beach ordering that the three beach approach roads in Long Beach (including Bolstad with its well weeded garden) be closed to traffic, hoping to inspire the hordes of revelers to go home.

The next morning, those fliers were found on the windshields of vehicles parked at a resort on the Sid Snyder approach.

More on all this tomorrow, after the gardening report.

Friday, 20 March 2020

At home

Yesterday, I did not get out into the garden until three, having been unable to sleep, followed by panicking over lack of sleep at 7 AM, taking a half Benadryl, sleeping till almost noon and then obsessively reading the news before going out. Today, same drill (or ‘dryl) but with the triumph of getting outside by two.

I continued preparing containers and planting veg seeds in containers. And potting up division of plants that were mobilized to make room, out of habit, for a plant sale that looks more and more unlikely.

My poor plant sale plants….just one section of them…

….will grow tired of being in pots. By the way, thank you to the person who brought me those pots in the foreground along with two pretty floral hot-pads. Allan did not know who you were (face blindness!) so could not tell me.

I enjoyed my new solar fountains…

….and got all excited because I thought maybe I saw frog spawn in a still water tub.

The bubbles felt like jello to touch. But two days later I could no longer see them, so maybe they were just plain old bubbles.

I would love to do my favourite thing, turning and sifting some compost. Although seeds and then weeding must take precedence, I know there is some good stuff partway down bins two and three.

Allan mowed the lawn across the street at the J’s cottage, noticing a drift of flowering quince petals. As you can see, we are not the only garden plagued by celandine. Maybe I would love it were it not on the noxious list.

In my new-last-fall patio flower beds, species tulips were wide open in the sun and closed up in the evening, as tulips do.

I planted Danvers Half Long carrots seeds and more greens, divided a brazzleberry into two big pots, planted my sweet pea seeds into two plastic window box liners with the idea that they can grow against a fence without fighting with weeds. I think it might be an experiment that has failed in a previous year.

The gear shed next door provided a bright splash of orange against the green.

Jazmin found assorted places to nap…

….while Skooter’s mission was to chase her from each spot.

For one scary moment, he pounced and they were tangled in a screaming ball of fur. I pray we have no vet visit at a time when that would be so ill-advised. Skooter is being extra naughty lately, perhaps picking up on human anxiety.

When the sun reached a blinding early evening angle, I went indoors to sort out some books to lend to a friend’s daughter who is an avid reader and is missing the library. Over decades, I have saved many young adult novels and fantasy books that I especially liked. I also added the Wolves of Willoughby Chase series, handling all the books and bags with gloves, only to realize that putting them on the floor for photos was not the best for sanitation. Our friends can keep them in quarantine for four days or wipe down the covers, as they wish.

Just seeing them made me want to reread some of them. The one called The Runaways has the original title of Linnets and Valerians and is a special favorite.

I can fill another bag or two full from the rest of the shelves after she reads these, depending on how long the library is closed. I held back The Prydain Chronicles, saving my favourites for last.

We got to watch the first 2020 episode of Gardeners’ World on BritBox tonight. It was helpfully beautiful and soothing to jangled nerves.

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News Update from the Beach

As night fell, local social media lit up with reports of spring break revelers pouring into seaside towns in north Oregon and SW Washington, despite governors asking people to not travel. I could here the rumble of traffic like on a summer holiday weekend. The clam dig had been canceled by Thursday, apparently making no difference.

As bumper to bumper traffic headed to our coast, many in our community stayed in, sharing with each other our concern at the virus arriving here to our several towns which rely on a hospital with eight beds and one ventilator. No social distancing could be seen by those with a view of the revelers. It would only get worse tomorrow. This meme flew all around our local cyberspace.

More on this tomorrow (preceded by gardening, for those who want to skip the virus report and keep their blood pressure down).

Thursday, 19 March 2020

We are keeping to our own property for a few days while we sort out what to do next. At first, it seemed like Allan might still be able to go boating close to home. (I was concerned about further distances, because what if he had a vehicular breakdown or other problem that required human contact?) But having all been asked by our governor to avoid recreational travel, Allan refocused his boating energy into his boat building project. Part of what influenced him was this article by the Washington Trails Association.

He laid out all the parts while sorting them.

My mission was to get some more early veg planted. I was reassured to read that I can plant spuds till early April, as I am still waiting for my order to arrive.

I had some Sugar Sprint peas to plant and asked Allan to help me put together a bamboo teepee for them, after I had done some extensive weeding.

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After:

When I read the packet and learned that Sugar Sprint peas only get two feet tall, I planted them in big patio pots instead with some decorative short metal tuteurs to guide them. The tall teepee got these:

I enhanced the bamboo with lily stalks and other twiggy bits to keep cats from digging there.

Planting seeds is not my favourite thing. I would rather have been weeding. The garden looks a solid mass of weeds, but in most areas the soil is so loose and nice that the weeds come out in a deliciously buttery way.

I have some less pleasant weeding to do in an area infested with couch grass, where we removed a big physocarpus awhile back to make grass control easier. I yearned for the days of yore, those happy times when I offered the physocarpus and other plants up on a local Facebook gardening group, and gardeners came over to get them, and life was free and easy.

I started weeding there and then stopped with the realization that the second teepee will be for runner beans, and it is too early to plant them. I’ll get back to this later.

Today’s other project was to take the strawberries out of some containers where the deer have stuck their heads through my poorly installed bird netting. The strange semi round rebar thingie that we salvaged from the free wood pile became the strawberry enclosure in the part of the garden that is outside the deer fence, next to the Nora House driveway.

Some new bird netting fitted over it perfectly.

While transplanting, I pondered the apocalypse and thought about whether or not to try to make a deer fence for that area out of some good solid black plastic deer fence that we have and some bamboo or driftwood or whatever else we might have around, including an old door. My fenced garden has little room for veg as it is almost all ornamental (except for herbs, apple tree, elephant garlic, blueberries, edible flowers). I can incorporate some chard along the edges and that’s about all.

With the makeshift deer fence in mind, I dug up some rhubarb plants (two of four) to put them in an area that will be outside the imaginary fence. The short but juicy red stems broke right off. The plants were buried deeply by new soil that had been added from the gravel project. I regretted moving them, having missed a lot of root, but at least it resulted in stewed rhubarb as a tasty dessert later on.

Container gardening will meet some kitchen garden needs, inspired by this excellent book:

I still have strawberries to transplant out of the vulnerable containers to other, lighter weight and moveable containers.

Some green bunching onions went into the container on the left and one row of radishes into the middle one; then I searched the web and learned that deer eat radish leaves. Two other kinds of radishes went into containers on the patio (inside the deer fence), along with some chard. I asked Allan to think of a clever way to enclose the concrete pad behind the garage with some sort of deer protection that actually works.

To clear out a big container on the patio, I moved a Corokia sort of shrublet whose name I forget. Sunshine something. Golden foliage. Too close to the cistus but it’s desperate times. They can intermingle, perhaps. I hope it survives.

The good ship ‘Ann Lovejoy’ may also go to veg instead of cosmos when the tulips are done. It will then be the food ship ‘Ann Lovejoy’. It would look best with a tall veg, perhaps. Not sure what, nor do I think I can order more and different seeds because I hear the seed companies are running out.

I may not have mentioned that the reason for all this is not because I think the grocery store food chain will collapse, but because it might be three months or more before I feel safe going to a store, and because these days I don’t want to eat a salad mix that someone else has handled. I had resolved when partially retired to grow more veg. This is just a two year advance on that plan.

All day I enjoyed my birthday present from Allan, a pair of solar fountains in the water boat.

In the evening, we have been watching Black Mirror. I love it (except for finding the first episode deeply disturbing), yet while watching, I notice the scenes of people mingling, as life used to be, and it makes me nostalgic and sad, even though I haven’t been much of a mingler of late. I was moved by an article about how the world might be permanently changed, an assortment of ideas on Politico.

Tomorrow, more of the same.

Wednesday, 18 March 2020

Port of Ilwaco

We worked from the east end of Howerton Avenue to the west, planting sweet peas and poppies in some of the beds and doing a light weeding.

All these port garden photos are Allan. I just don’t love seed planting and it takes all my mental powers.

While the bars and restaurant are closed, some are offering take out service. This sign is for At the Helm Hotel’s pub.

We saw a few people out walking, not many.

Art galleries are closed by order of the governor. Bookstores can be open. Here is the sign at Time Enough Books.

The port office is also closed to walk-ins although you can get assistance by calling; the staff is there. The garden on the south side of the office:

We watered the window boxes at the Depot Restaurant in Seaview on the way north.

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We deadheaded the welcome sign.

In downtown Long Beach, while Allan deadheaded the two south blocks of downtown planters, I got sweet peas planted in Fifth Street Park. When I had the sweet peas in and a little bit of weeding done, I joined in the planter tidying of the four north blocks.

My photos while on walkabout:

I felt quite choked up at the almost empty sidewalks. We were there from 3:30 to 6:00, but I’ve never seen it this quiet at in any daylight hour. I miss life as it used to be.

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Iris tuberosa

Allan’s photos:

Lots of deadheading to do.

Deer are still chomping tulips at some intersections.

The heron pond waterfall is turned off.

And the driftwood arch with its stained glass fish is gone from Fish Alley.

Some signage:

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Wooden Horse, with close up below

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Wooden Horse close up

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Powell Seillor accountants

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NIVA green, my favourite gift shop.

And at City Hall, where we also deadheaded….

The city hall garden, north side:

Ilwaco boatyard garden

I had not many sweet peas left by the end of the day. I had made a big order from a newish seed Company this year, a quite trendy flower farm with the initials FF, and was quite disappointed at the low quantity of seeds in each packet. The varieties were tempting and ones I mostly had not tried, and yet the seeds also looked smaller than sweet pea seeds I am used to, so I’m a little worried. It helped that one of the birthday presents from Montana Mary was a packet of April in Paris sweet peas from Chocolate Flower Farm.

I had ordered from that new seed outfit because I wanted the poppy ‘Amazing Grey’ and at the time they seemed like the only source, although later I found that another company has it. I doubt I will be ordering from “FF” again. Although I do have their new book checked out of the library!

So the boatyard got very few sweet peas, just four patches in the spots where they did well last year.

Each one got some Sluggo for protection.

Despite the beautiful evening, not many folks strolled by. I stepped out in the street to observe the six foot social distancing rule.

The boatyard has a poor display of narcissi, partly from bulbs getting snitched and partly because I need to plant more. Fortunately, the other port gardens and the community building garden are putting on a good show.

I was relieved to have the sweet peas in, leaving a few for me and a few for spares. Now we can have six much needed days off to accomplish something and home and to follow the news and see where we go from here in terms of caution and work outings.  There has never been a better time to not leave our property.

I don’t know who made this meme featuring my beloved Joey, but take heeds, those of you who must go out.
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Long Beach postscript 

Two days later, I received this photo from Cathy of Captain Bob’s Chowder (open for take out lunches). The fence has been replaced by the city crew, right where I planted sweet peas.
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The seeds must be well pressed in now.  Oh, well. I wish I had known, and I would have waited to plant. If they don’t come up, I will plant edible peas, which might be more useful this year anyway.