Thursday, 4 May 2017
By the time we went to work, the anti-health care vote had happened, and I felt furious and disgusted on behalf of the old and the poor, reading on the way to work about the projected cuts to health care for disabled school children, the proposed sharp rise in premiums for folks in their fifties and early sixties, and more. I pondered again just exactly how we are supposed to work harder in order to pay higher premiums.
Some might think I could give up my workdays in my own garden and use that time to take on more clients. Many a year at my old garden I just had to think sadly, “It’s another lost year for my garden,” as I spent seven days a week working for other people. I just don’t have it in me physically any more to pushpushpush at for 20 work days in a row as I used to do.

“Push Push Push, all the way, all the time, right on down the line.” (Twilight Zone, A Stop at Willoughby)
My former partner and I used to quote that Twilight Zone boss’s slogan to each other as we worked and worked and worked.
Today was a workday, as Allan and I were still pushing to get the Long Beach and Ilwaco gardens looking good for McCarthy Day-I-mean-Loyalty-Day weekend. You can read some history about L Day here. “In 1955 Congress passed a resolution designating May 1 of that year as Loyalty Day. It was the height of McCarthyism and an anti-Communist red scare in America.” That was my birth year, in fact. I have read that there are very few town that still have Loyalty Day celebrations. Long Beach’s parade is a mostly cute and surprisingly long one, with lots of baton twirlers, marching bands, some llamas and horses and basset hounds.
Ilwaco boatyard garden
The dredge was getting pressure washed right next to where we needed to weed. That did not stop us.

Allan’s photo; I started where I had quit from exhaustion yesterday evening.

I hope this one Anthriscus ‘Ravenswing’ reseeds like mad (dark foliage behind the tulip). (Allan’s photo)
Yesterday, the weather was almost 70 F and some cool misty overspray would have been welcome. We got the boatyard weeding done at last.

looking back; we had come a long way, from the north end far in the distance.
Home again for a moment, Allan took a photo from the kitchen window of the rampant wild cucumber vine. He says he has been training it.

outside
We weeded and deadheaded at city hall in Long Beach, intending to follow that task with a good weeding of Coulter Park. Almost as soon as we began city hall, we heard loud thunder and decided it would be a good time to deliver the plant cheque to…
The Basket Case Greenhouse.
By the time we got there, serious rain had begun.

heading for refuge from the rain; Darrell told me how his grandma had been struck by lightning more than once!

Allan’s photo. I like this, because my liberal heart was bleeding today.

and….crabby…

There are still a few callistemon left. I’m getting them all if they are still there next time I go!

Check out time. (Pink petunias were not mine.) Had stayed out of the rain as long and productively as possible.
Long Beach
At Coulter Park, we worked in a storm of wind, thunder, rain, and pink petals.
The back end of this park continues to be a challenge where the roses are, because of salmonberry and bindweed coming under the fence.

Salmonberry running UNDER the roses and then popping up. Everything is thorny and difficult.

the horror of a grass infested rose
That particular grass WAS the variegated bulbous oat grass that I used to like so much, till I found out how quickly it reverts to green, and how its bulbous roots like to migrate.

Allan won that battle.

There’s a dead columnar conifer along the fence, too, and two other conifers toward the front seem to be dying.

The south back side, away from the fence of invasives, is doing just fine.

Allan’s photo

just about to leave the park to dump debris
I checked Dark Sky. It was discouraging. “Heavy rain stopping in 30 minutes, starting again 11 minutes later.”
I thought we could stand to do one more thing in the rain, so I scooped up six buckets of mulch at city works…
…and we returned to the front corner of Coulter Park, where lots of people will line up for the parade on Sunday.
Last week:

a quick fix
I looked at Dark Sky again. Stopping in 30 minutes and then overcast?
We decided to go to Abbracci Coffee Bar. On the quest for parking, we passed the little popout and stopped there for another quick fix. I said it would take two minutes.

before

12 cold, wet, and windy minutes later
And then: Abbracci

Allan’s photo. Abbracci is just south of the Fun Rides.

shelter from the storm

treats

more treats available than on our first visit!

and they have Pink Poppy Bakery treats now!

the wonderful owners Bernardo and Anthony (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

drenched

We like the floral art.

The other customers were a knitter, two chess players, and a woman reading a book in the other window seat.

waiting out the rain
Even better, we acquired a bucket of coffee grounds for my compost pile!
With the rain stopped, I headed out to deadhead a block worth of planters while Allan went to weed and deadhead at Veterans Field (main stage for the festivities following Sunday’s parade).

tree garden outside of Abbracci: still lots of narcissi for parade day

and bright tulips
Guess what, there should be TEN tulips in each of those planters. Broken off stems showed that five had been stolen.

only five left, dang blang it.
Does someone think I won’t notice or care? I DO notice. Plus, these were special tulips from Brent and Becky’s bulbs.
Allan came over to help me finish the little park behind Lewis and Park Square, where the city crew had dug a trench at the lawn’s edge, surprising me with an unexpected clean up job. He pulled bindweed from the rugosa roses on the south side of the police station, where many will walk by to go to Vet Field on Sunday, and then we went over the two Vet Field beds again for more tiny weeds.

Note to self: Monarda is swallowing this Jade Frost Eryngium; maybe next time, I can move it.

Someone had carefully filled a tulip with some grape hyacinth foliage, making a fanciful flower. (Allan’s photo)
We finished the Vet Field gardens as this returned:
But in driving from Abbracci to Vet Field, Allan had found an emergency by one of the parking lot berms.

Whhhaaaat???
A tourist information trailer had been parked next to the weedy south berm. All we usually know is the date of each festival, but the intricacies of what the city crew does is left for us to discover on our own. I decided we simply had to do some weeding.

Allan’s photo

the biggest weed of all (Allan’s photo)

6:20 PM

7:11 PM
One more debris dump trip ended the work day.
home
At home, I could have erased one berm from the work board. We have the north one about fifteen minutes from being done, and the south one is over halfway done. That surely counts as one done…but I did not feel like finagling on the board. I did finally get to erase the boatyard!
Everywhere Skooter sits for awhile lately ends up looking like an explosion of cat fur.

front porch from today

And yet here he is, still whole and fluffy!

and Frosty
I could hardly believe my last check on the weather for tomorrow, showing heavy rain all day with 30 mph winds. No! This means we would have to do the planter deadheading in Long Beach on late Saturday afternoon among throngs of visitors. Oh please. Just give us a few hours of workable weather tomorrow so we can finish the two berms and the deadheading, and please spare the tulips from 30 mph winds that would blow them all apart.