Sunday, 7 June 2015
Friday night, I hadhappened to open an email from the Hardy Plant Society of Oregon, thinking it might be about the study weekend. Instead, it was the weekend garden tour update and there was Beth Holland’s Cannon Beach garden on the list for Saturday and Sunday! So much for getting my ladies in waiting planted; I could not miss the chance to tour Beth’s garden. I had been there years ago (in 1998) and hadn’t had the opportunity to see it again. She is a gardener whom I greatly admire, as she was instrumental in a lot of the business landscaping in Cannon Beach.
Because the cold north wind still blew fiercely across our garden, I did not feel the loss of a good at-home gardening day.
First, of course, I have to write about crossing the Astoria-Megler Bridge.
Due to bridge work, the crossing was slow, just the way I like it.
On the other side, we heading south of Cannon Beach, about a 50 minute drive in reasonable traffic. Today was not only a weekend, but also the 30th anniversary of The Goonies movie, and Astoria was hosting a huge celebration. We saw some signs of it even though we did not go into Goonieville. We skipped our usual swingaround of Pam Fleming’s Seaside gardens because of the heavy traffic, and made the requisite stop at 7 Dees nursery south of Seaside.
I only bought three plants (a variegated nepeta, a fancy papyrus, and I forget the name of the third) because I am getting anxious about the number of ladies in waiting that I now own.
Beth Holland’s Garden
From the HPSO Open Gardens book: In 1989 my husband, Mike Moran, and I bought 3.6 wooded acres adjacent to our home in South Cannon Beach. I owned Holland’s Flowers downtown at that time, and we started a garden nursery and built a greenhouse to support the shop until its closing in 1995. Since then I have enjoyed twenty years of designing both public and private gardens as well as my own. The garden is surrounded by forest and filled with the sound of the surf.
It was clear to me as we walked along the road that Beth has done some pruning of old fronds of the ferns by the side of the road.
We were greeted by Mike and by one outgoing Corgi named Chippie; the other Corgi is shy.
The greenhouse is the grand centerpiece of the garden. Its windows came from an old Astoria grade school. The memory of it has stayed strong in my mind since my visit here long ago.Here it is in 1998:
And today:
How well I remember Hollands Flowers from when I first lived at the beach in 1993 and 1994. It was hidden in a little courtyard off the Cannon Beach main drag and even though tiny, it always had interesting plants for sale.
We went back outside to tour the gardens, preceded by Chippie, an excellent tour guide.
When I was here in 1998, the pond landscaping was so new that its edges were still raw dirt in places. Mike said it has large koi, that were not visible today.
The garden had no annoying wind, and just as the description said, one could hear the surf, perhaps ten blocks of less away to the west.
Beth gave us a postcard of a painting of one of the paths.
We had to leave although I could have happily wandered around some more. We would have if there had been more tour guests than just us.
As we returned to the van a couple of blocks away, we saw Ann’s foam green Fiat arriving, so we met up with Ann and Kate and chatted with them for awhile. They headed off the the garden, and Allan ran up to the viewpoint to snag a couple of photos of Cannon Beach.
As we departed, we saw Kate and Ann walking toward Beth’s garden.
Later, Ann commented how much she liked the way that Beth had edited her woods arund the garden, and I realized we had not even gone into any woodsy paths, so I do hope she blogs about that.
going home again
The obligatory grocery stop at Costco:
As soon as we got out of the van at home, we were hit with the wind again! At 5 o clock, I went to the shelter of the patio, thinking I might pull a few weeds.
Allan got on a ladder up there to install a holder for some blue bottles (too windy to put up the bottles yet) and was closely observed by a chickadee.
Three hours later, I had potted up my new papyrus, and two Juliet tomatoes (given to me by Ray Millner of The Planter Box) in the greenhouse, tidied up the greenhouse just a bit, planted a couple more ladies in waiting, and most miraculously, pulled out a bunch of errant raspberry, a task that had seemed almost impossible last week.
What an excellent weekend. Tomorrow, we are planning to take up the beach approach weeding job again…only if the horrid wind dies down.