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Saturday, 30 April 2016

Ilwaco’s Annual Children’s Parade

Allan headed downtown (a few blocks west) to photograph the parade, while I walked to the port because I was not sure I could keep up with even the smallest children for the entire parade route.  I picked a big bouquet with some of the last tulips and some of the first Siberian iris and delivered it to Salt Hotel, and took a photo of it that did not work out because I accidentally had the camera on time delay.  Good thing I figured that out before the parade.

Allan’s photos:

Allan’s photos were the first in sequence of the parade.  It was fortunate that I did not see some of them till I got home later, as they made me fume:

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A sign had been nailed BACK onto the tree.

Various butts on planters:

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Note the ‘Baby Moon’ narcissi getting crushed by the human posterior.  I had been so happy that those narcissi were still blooming for the parade.

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OUCH

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YOUNG woman with at least two big fancy cameras, right on top of new plants.

Below: Why did these wheels just have to be placed into the perfectly weeded pocket garden?  Allan did not see this one until he looked at the full photo later on.  I am being kind enough to conceal the full shots of the people.

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WHY?

More on this topic at the end of this post.

Some of Allan’s more pleasing photos:

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Astoria Regatta float with model of the Astoria bridge and the beloved Waterfront Trolley.  Well done!

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passing by the boatyard garden, with Ilwaco Volunteer Fire Department trucks

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by the boatyard garden

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These folks were showing appreciation by photographing poppies.

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I love these people!

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cars following the parade on Howerton

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crowds of people

my photos:

Because I knew nothing of the planter sitters, I had a pleasant time photographing the parade after it had turned the corner from First Avenue to Howerton.  People were respecting the curbside gardens and the only near plant casualty was when I stopped a large labradoodle from sitting on a just about to bloom penstemon.

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Salt Hotel curbside garden

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west end of Howerton Avenue

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Peninsula Beginning Band

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super power!

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Having Salt Hotel and Pub has so enhanced the port this past year.

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Ceanothus by Time Enough Books

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The charming children’s parade has long gaps, and some paraders are simply parents walking with their little ones.

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Clowns kind of scare me.

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The Wishkah Loggers marching band from Wishkah, Washington

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Fire Chief Tommy

You can see every parade photo here on the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page.

Saturday Market

Allan and I did not find each other till after we had each taken photos of the opening day of the Saturday Market for Discover Ilwaco.  Here are my favourites of the day:

my photos:

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Northwest Naturals

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Northwest Naturals

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in his guardian’s shadow

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Blue Collar Eats

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plants for sale

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I’d like a dog just like this one.

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Jacob at Pink Poppy Bakery with sprouts; I got a lime bundt cake.

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more plants

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new plant vendor, will be mostly cut flowers later in the season

Allan’s photos

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after the parade

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Blackberry Bog Farm

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That’s our Mayor (and garden client) Mike handing out parade awards.

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South Pacific County Humane Society Raffle Booth

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Blessing of the Fleet

Every first Saturday in May is the Blessing of the Fleet ceremony, offering free boat rides on the charter boat fleet.  I always think I might go…and never do.  I thought..maybe this year…till I saw how low the tide was and how steep the ramps to the docks.

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I was hobbling with a cane today, and there was no way I could get down that grated metal ramp with any dignity or safety.

I also thought I would find it hard to get on and off the boats, and that would be embarrassing.  If only my hair would turn grey, I would feel less embarrassed about asking for help.

Allan went down to the docks and got some photos of the boats going out.  He did go out a few years ago.  All the boats proceed to the Columbia River bar, where the Coast Guard helicopter circles and drops a wreath and flowers are strewn on the water in memory of lost seafarers.

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people watching from the condor statue

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the market from the dock

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boats departing

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Our friend Butch piloting his boat, the CoHo King

Our friend Wendy did go out on one of the boats and took these excellent photos:

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photo by Wendy Murry

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photo by Wendy Murry

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photo by Wendy Murry

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photo by Wendy Murry; her daughter with a flower to throw onto the water

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photo by Wendy Murry

planter thoughts

When I got home and saw Allan’s photos of people’s posteriors parked on the planters, I felt disheartened and lost my drive to go outside and weed.  (A cold wind was another good reason to stay in.)  So, of course, I posted about it on Facebook.  Among ideas about planting prickly pear cactus or putting sharp things in the planters came a gentler idea that perhaps there could be some sort of planter design or edging that would deter sitters without harming them.  The city probably has no budget to re-fit the planters, though.  I regret having put new plants in BEFORE the parade.  I know better than to do so in Long Beach before tomorrow’s much bigger parade.

My friend Beth Sheresh (she who officiated Allan’s and my wedding in 2005) shared this essay that she wrote.  I like it so much that I think I will eventually create a permanent blog page around it:

Public Plants Public Service Announcement  by Beth Sheresh

General PSA about flowers and other plants in public places.

Flowers planted along city streets sure are beautiful, aren’t they? Makes you want to pick one or two to take home. I mean, there are a bunch, who would notice?

Please don’t.

Those flowers represent a lot of time and money, much of which may be volunteered and.or donated.

Each planter or bed has to be planted, watered, pruned, weeded, watered, cleaned out (why do people throw trash in planters?), weeded, watered, deadheaded, replanted because it’s late July and the early plants are bloomed out. This cycle can happen several times a year, depending on the plantings. It’s essentially never-ending.

It’s also costly, and not just in terms of the time represented by the work I just talked about. Plants are expensive and have a high attrition rate, even without people swiping a bloom or two.

Then there are the people who ignore the work and smash plants. Planters are not benches, nor are they designed to hold your packages while you chat with a friend.

And while I have you here, trees don’t like nails, so please don’t use them as posts for hanging flyers.

Short version: Please be nice to public/city plants. Someone worked hard to make them pretty for you to enjoy *looking* at.

Thank you, Beth!  I particularly like that she understands the repetitiveness of weeding, watering, and deadheading.

You can read more by Beth Sheresh on her Kitchenmage blog.

Tomorrow, I’ll be publishing my mother’s garden diaries for April, illustrated, including her April 30th entry.  Meanwhile,  I hope to enjoy two peaceful and productive days at home.

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Friday, 25 September 2015

I accomplished nothing but a good long artificially aided sleep, since more than 6 hours seems impossible without help from an OTC potion.  I proofread two weeks worth of this blog (you wouldn’t want to read the unproofread version!) and now I intend to finish an excellent book, The American Way of Poverty: How the Other Half Still Lives and later, to watch The Amazing Race season opener.

I hear Allan being productive out mowing the lawn, and earlier in the day, he ran errands and checked on the community building garden; he had received a phone call from the head librarian that a new sign had been installed.

A mugo pine was the casualty.

A mugo pine was the casualty.  As were some trampled colchicums.


colchicums down

colchicums down

We are glad to have the space to plant something that will give some summer colour.  We don’t have a plant budget but we do have Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ aplenty and have already intermingled them into this front border.

the new sign, readable and bright

the new sign, readable and bright.  The old sign faced the street and was vulnerable to being hit by cars in the parking lot.


Allan has taken on full responsibility for this garden.

Allan has taken on full responsibility for this garden.


a fern by the entrance

a fern by the entrance

Allan then made his own visit to NIVA green to return a book that Heather had lent him (River Horse by William Least Heat Moon).

inside the wondrous NIVA green

inside the wondrous NIVA green


"New, Inspired, Vintage, Artful" and ecologically green

“New, Inspired, Vintage, Artful” and ecologically green

He deadheaded the post office garden…

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and generally put my non-productive day to shame.  As I typed this, I hear him hammering and, until dark, he applied the crosspieces to the top of the new arbour.

industrious Allan

industrious Allan


blue crosspieces

blue crosspieces


Allan's photo: his other audience

Allan’s photo: his other audience


looking east through the new deer barrier

looking east through the new deer barrier

I heard loud meowing from far to the west.  Even Smokey had been out having adventures.

He came running from Mary's yard, two doors down.

He came running from Mary’s yard, two doors down.


Perhaps he had been even further afield visiting little dogs down the block.

Perhaps he had been even further afield visiting little dogs down the block.


He returned at a quick pace.

He returned at a quick pace….

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and flopped for a tummy rub.

and flopped for a tummy rub.

Smokey suggested that he and I should go look at the back garden.

Touring the gorgeous Oysterville garden two days ago had convinced me I need to stop pecking away at the lawn, because large green areas do so much to enhance the garden.

The lawn has gone back to green almost everywhere.

The lawn has gone back to green almost everywhere.


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The back of the garden stayed green even during the worst of this summer’s drought.

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The large lawn area by the fire circle makes it easy to circulate when we have company.

The large lawn area by the fire circle makes it easy to circulate when we have company.

I went indoors to read and completely missed the spectacular sunset.

Allan's photo: He hammered until dark.

Allan’s photos: He hammered until dark.

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Allan's photo

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Book News

I recently finished this excellent book.

I finished this excellent book.

One passage that especially spoke to me was how the truly poor cannot even afford a cup of tea with friends or gas to go visit someone.  That’s the truth about grinding poverty.  However, while I don’t want to give the impression that the following passage is an idyll, I loved the story about city farms amid the urban blight of Detroit:

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A point to ponder, from Jim Ziliak:

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As I have seen people struggle just to find a place they can afford to rent, I’ve known for twenty years that if I had not owned a little house in Seattle that I was able to sell when I bought a little house here, I would not have been able to survive financially despite the years when we were working seven days a week and doing odd jobs during non gardening season.

The second half of How the Other Half  Still Lives proposes all sorts of useful ideas for how to improve the lot of the poor in this country.

Saturday, 26 September 2015

Allan finished the arbour crosspieces, and, below, he shows the view from the ladder-top.

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While the perfect non-garden-touring weekend for me involves not leaving my own property, we did go to the last Saturday market of the season in order to get some peaches and a delicious take-home lunch.

our post office garden

our post office garden


Allan's photo: Gaura 'Whirling Butterflies' in one of our curbside gardens

Allan’s photo: Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’ in one of our curbside gardens


looking west on Howerton

looking west on Howerton


Allan's photo from the dock

Allan’s photo from the dock


Allan's photo: three market-goers

Allan’s photo: three market-goers


De Asis Farm and Produce

De Asis Farm and Produce


The glass ball booth: I wanted these all summer and continued to frugally resist.

The glass ball booth: I wanted these all summer and continued to frugally resist.


Anthony De Luz of Blue Collar Eats. He rhapsodized about the way the wine marinade caramelized on the chicken.

Anthony De Luz of Blue Collar Eats. He rhapsodized about the way the wine marinade caramelized on the chicken.

From Anthony’s website (where you will also see my photos of his market booth over the summer)”

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menu

We had smoky chicken cabernet and buttery coco chicken.

We are hoping that he will be cooking at the Salt Hotel pub after helping to get the space ready to open.

At home, after we ate our scrumptious Blue Collar Eats, Allan embarked on another project.

outdoor lamp, before and after

outdoor lamp, before and after (Allan’s photo)


I admired the new arbor top....

I admired the new arbor top….


I like the strong shadows.

I like the strong shadows.

Knowing that we were taking an unusually long weekend, I enjoyed some weeding and transplanting in the garden without feeling any pressure.

the garden at dusk

the garden at dusk


sunset over the new arbour

sunset over the new arbour

I continued to read in the evenings without booting up the computer and with only an occasional check in to Facebook and email from my phone.  We still had three days to go on our long weekend, almost a mini vacation, during the slow time before fall clean up and bulb planting.

 

 

 

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Saturday, 19 September 2015

Despite my desire to not leave my property for four whole days, I did need to go to the Ilwaco Saturday Market.  It would be the last day of the market season for Pink Poppy Bakery and I wanted treats for me and Our Kathleen, who would stop by for a visit on her way out of town.

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Maddy of Pink Poppy; I bought Swedish Traveling Cakes for teatime and lemon cupcakes for later.

Maddy of Pink Poppy; I bought Swedish Traveling Cakes for teatime and lemon cupcakes for later.

one of the plant booths

one of the plant booths

Northwest Naturals

Northwest Naturals

I was too early for lunch or I'd have gotten something from Blue Collar Eats.

I was too early for lunch or I’d have gotten something from Blue Collar Eats.

I must admit that when it comes to market photos (which I post as a volunteer to Discover Ilwaco), I do favour vendors who are friendly and nice to me, and Anthony of Blue Collar always has a friendly greeting.  If I were on salary, I would have to be impartial.

I also refreshed my supply of Starvation Alley cranberry juice.

I also refreshed my supply of Starvation Alley cranberry juice.

Peter and a friend performed outside Don Nisbett's art gallery.

Peter and a friend performed outside Don Nisbett’s art gallery.

Their dog Skip.

Their dog Skip.

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a market goer doting on her dog

a market goer doting on her dog

The Peninsula Quilt Guild raffle

The Peninsula Quilt Guild raffle

the marina scene right behind the market

the marina scene right behind the market

I actually had a mission that had caused me to turn down Allan’s offer to pick up the Pink Poppy treats and cranberry juice before he went boating:  I took Debbie Teashon’s new book, Gardening for the Home Brewer, in to Time Enough Books to show it off.

in Time Enough Books

in Time Enough Books

Karla said "That's a good publisher!", wrote down the ISBN number and posed for a photo.

Karla said “That’s a good publisher!”, wrote down the ISBN number and posed for a photo.

The book will fit right in!

The book will fit right in!

Scout watched the door.

Scout watched the door.

Karla's niece Kelly brought in her young dog, Gimli, and much romping ensued.

Karla’s niece Kelli brought in her young dog, Gimli, and much romping ensued.

Gimli and Scout

Gimli and Scout

at home

Finally a windless day let me pull bindweed on the east side of the bogsy woods where it climbs the fence from the gear shed lot.

Mary led the way.

Mary led the way.

Smokey followed.

Smokey followed.

my Smokey

my Smokey

my project, before

my project, before

outside the fence, before

outside the fence, before

and after

and after

It is maddening, but typical, to have unmaintained bindweed on both sides of my garden trying to creep in.  (Nora’s back yard has it, too.)

Helianthus 'Lemon Queen' and Verbena bonariensis

Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ and Verbena bonariensis, with bindweed behind it on the fence (now pulled)

bogsy wood corner, after

bogsy wood corner, after

Just when I got that done, Kathleen arrived and we had tea and traveling cake and then sat around the fire circle burning (not very successfully) a few pieces of wood.  I was sorry that she had to go back to her workaday world.

In the late afternoon, I found some more weeding to do and admired my collection of hardy fuchsias.

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I stayed out till dusk...

I stayed out till dusk…

picked some apples and tomatoes...

picked some apples and tomatoes…

And I got a little worried when Allan was not home from boating till well after dark.  He will tell you about his day in tomorrow’s post.

 

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Friday, 4 September 2015

With four days off because of the Monday holiday, I began a weekend of light garden puttering.  My goal, except for one excursion to the Saturday Market, was to not leave my property for four days.  Allan’s weekend story will be more scintillating, as he went boating twice (next two posts after this one).

While I was working on a not very impressive looking task (picking poppy seedheads into a bucket while sitting in a chair) Todd dropped by for a visit.  He told a tale of having driven across the Astoria bridge at the height of last Saturday’s storm to pick up some sunflowers for a wedding floral display.

plant talk: Allan's photo

plant talk: Allan’s photo

Todd collected seeds from the way cool Eccremocarpus scaber that Nancy got me from Annie’s Annuals, and we gave him an extra Annie’s Annuals catalog for reference.

more plant talk over the front fence (Allan's photo)

more plant talk over the front fence (Allan’s photo)

caterpillar (Allan's photo)

caterpillar (Allan’s photo)

Todd told us that when he worked on the display garden at Plant Delights (as the curator, no less!), he had to contend with poisonous snakes and caterpillars with stinging spines!

Allan put wires across the new arbour so that I could plant two vines there.

Later on Friday, Allan put wires across the new arbour so that I could plant two vines there.

My gardening verve had returned with cooler wetter weather.  I managed to dig up the sad, parched white sanguisorba from the front garden and move it to a back garden spot which gets much more water.

It's front left, very unhappy but will have a much better 2016.

It’s front left, very unhappy but will have a much better 2016.

After that, I had a planting spree and got several ladies in waiting into the ground.

Pittosporum in the front garden

Pittosporum in the front garden

from my friend Debbie Teashon of Rainyside and of Kingston Henery Hardware.

from my friend Debbie Teashon of Rainyside and of Kingston Henery Hardware.

another variegated pittosporum

another variegated pittosporum

Holboellia coriacea 'Cathedral Gem' got moved to this new and better home.

Holboellia coriacea ‘Cathedral Gem’ got moved to this new and better home.

Ampelopsis brevipedunculata 'Elegans' on the other side

Ampelopsis brevipedunculata ‘Elegans’ on the other side

two agastaches, one in front and one on the west side: 'Pink Pop' and 'Champagne'

two baby agastaches, one in front and one on the west side: ‘Pink Pop’ and ‘Champagne’

I’ve been waiting a long time for damp enough weather to plant this rhodo from Steve and John!  It’s next to that tree trunk.

R. 'Capistrano'

R. ‘Capistrano’

R. 'Capistrano'

R. ‘Capistrano’

At the end of the day of pleasant puttering, the sunset was especially lovely.

looking east from the front porch

looking east from the front porch

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

the eastern sky

the eastern sky

east over the greenhouse

east over the greenhouse

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

a wash of pink

a wash of pink

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo from the bogsy wood

Allan’s photo from the bogsy wood: Note at the top, a dangerous loose branch just sort of cradles there.  That will be dealt with this weekend!

looking east on Lake Street

looking east on Lake Street

back garden right after the pink faded from the sky

back garden right after the pink faded from the sky

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Allan left at a shockingly early hour to be at a boating event in Ocean Shores, over two hours away, by 9 AM.  (Tomorrow’s post!)

I made my weekly trip to the Saturday Market to get some photos for Discover Ilwaco.  This time, I was rewarded with a delicious meal given to me by Anthony of Blue Collar Eats, who likes the photos I’ve been taking of his booth.

Our friend Joe, Jenna's son, was sous chef in training.

Our friend Joe, Jenna’s son, was sous-chef in training.

Anthony De Luz

Anthony De Luz

Blue Collar Eats

Blue Collar Eats

a delicious meal at the market

a delicious meal at the market

Don Nisbett's hanging basket...battered by the storm but still going. (The other one was a goner.)

Don Nisbett’s hanging basket…battered by the storm but still going. (The other one was a goner.)

The baskets at the port office re-hung after being sheltered behind the building during the storm.

The baskets at the port office re-hung after being sheltered behind the building during the storm.

newly planted flowers by Purly Shell Fiber Arts

newly planted flowers by Purly Shell Fiber Arts

On the way home, I was pleased to see a bit of water in the pond at the back of the Lost Garden.

I wish the kids that had made that fort would clean up the debris before the pond fills up again.

I wish the kids that had made that fort would clean up the debris before the pond fills up again.  (It blew apart and into the pond in a later winter storm.)

I had gotten distracted at the Pink Poppy Bakery market booth by a conversation with Maddy about how it had been an exceptionally windy summer.

I had brought back this delicious pound cake which I saved to share with Allan in the evening.

I had brought back this delicious pound cake which I saved to share with Allan in the evening.

In the afternoon, I did a whole bunch of small extensions of garden beds in the back garden.

before and after

before and after

another slightly expanded bed

another slightly expanded bed

and a weeded patch; I finally had a day with low enough wind to weed by the bogsy wood!

and a weeded patch; I finally had a day with low enough wind to weed by the bogsy wood!

Sunday, 6 September 2015

We had had this much glorious rain overnight, meaning that we would not have to water the planters until Wednesday!

a wonderful rain

a wonderful rain

Passiflora in the garden (Allan's photo)

Passiflora in the garden (Allan’s photo)

Allan got a rope over the danger branch that was caught in a tree.  I was busy digging up and transplanting plants in the front garden so I missed this event although I did hear the crash when the branch came safely down.

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a string to lift the rope over the danger branch

winch hooked to the most stable thing, the water boxes!

winch hooked to the most stable thing, the water boxes!

branch coming down

branch coming down

It was a big one and had been poised over a bed that needs weeding.

It was a big one and had been poised over a bed that needs weeding.

That reminds me of a passage I just read in an excellent book:

Shelter, by Sarah Stonich

Shelter, by Sarah Stonich

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Allan says our rechargeable battery saw is much better than hers, and it is a boon to have a quiet saw to use at resort jobs where we can’t be hauling out a screamingly loud chainsaw (if we even had one).

Allan helped me get the decorative crab pots repositioned by the front arbour.

before: held up with rebar, and with a narrow space that would be hard to weed

before: held up with rebar, and with a narrow space that would be hard to weed

after: All nicey nice and they don't need rebar any more.

after: All nicey nice and they don’t need rebar any more.

The one on the other side can't be moved yet as it has sweet peas growing through it.

The one on the other side can’t be moved yet as it has sweet peas growing through it.

dug up and transplanted some huge plants, including Thalictrum 'Elin'

dug up and transplanted some huge plants, including Thalictrum ‘Elin’; divided half out to share with Todd, along with some sanguisorbas.  A productive afternoon.

I moved Pittosporum ‘Tasman Ruffles’ to where the Thalictrum had been, and planted the Thalicturm divisions back in a moister part of the back garden.

In the evening, we had a campfire.  Fortunately, Allan’s Monday boating trip would not require rising at 7 AM.

The rain made the wood damp and slow to start.

The rain made the wood damp and slow to start.

success and sausages

success and sausages

left: buttered and salted corn on the cob wrapped in foil, roasted for six minutes per side

left: buttered and salted corn on the cob wrapped in foil, roasted for six minutes per side

fire with the lights from the port in the background

fire with the lights from the port in the background

I briefly gazed upon those lights with a feeling of mild annoyance instead of the mild affecton of previous years, because it is one of the two businesses that would not let us use their hose for the curbside gardens this summer.  It’s going to take me a long time to get over that, apparently.  (“I’m quite fond of my grudge.  I tend it like a little pet.” —Liane Moriarty in Big Little Lies.  That quotation amuses me but I am really not fond of a grudge.  It was just an infuriating long dry summer.)

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Allan’s photo of the smoldering ashes

Monday, 7 September 2015

Mary looking especially cute.

Mary looking especially cute.

Smokey being cute, as well.

Smokey being cute, as well.

J9 came over and picked some tomatoes and we had a visit.

J9 came over and picked some tomatoes and we had a visit.

I did quantities of edging.  I love edging.

front path, before and after

front path, before and after

My neighbour, Onyx, strolling through the garden

My neighbour, Onyx, strolling through the garden

stalked by Smokey

stalked by Smokey

I finally got my last two shrubs-in-waiting planted.

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In a most imperfect spot, as I have run out of perfect showcase spots.

In a most imperfect spot, as I have run out of perfect showcase spots.

It's behind this fennel, which I can't cut down as it is a "stop the eye" plant near the edge of the garden.

It’s behind this fennel, which I can’t cut down yet as it is a “stop the eye” plant near the edge of the garden.

Hydrangea 'Cityline Rio' got a much better spot, front and center on the north side of the house.

Hydrangea ‘Cityline Rio’ got a much better spot, front and center on the north side of the house.

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Cityline Rio stays quite small.

Cityline Rio stays quite small.

When Allan got home from his latest boating trip, he just had time to offload his boat before we departed for a special dinner at the Depot Restaurant:  their annual Labor Day special of ribs and corn.

The Depot Restaurant, from our favourite table at the end of the bar

The Depot Restaurant, from our favourite table at the end of the bar.  Chef Michael talks with diners at the Chef’s Table

the wine of the evening

the wine of the evening

ribs, corn, cornbread, beans (Allan's photo)

ribs, corn, cornbread, beans (Allan’s photo)

Allan's salmon with mushroom sauce

Allan’s salmon with mushroom sauce

sorbet duo

sorbet duo (Allan’s photo)

peach cobbler!

peach cobbler!

As you might guess, I felt for the rest of the evening like I had overindulged.  (Allan’s choice of the light sorbet duo was wiser but possibly less delicious.)  Every scrumptious morsel was worth it, though.

Next: a couple of posts about boating!  I’m looking forward to reading about Allan’s weekend excursions.

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 13 June 2015

On Friday I had made a resolution to get all the ladies in waiting in the ground, and to not even go to the Saturday market.  Two things got me to the market after all:  I had hoped there would be the heirloom tomato plant booth would be at the Friday market in Long Beach (it wasn’t) and I wanted to find a birthday present for Seattle Carol.  I also am driven by the self imposed commitment to take photos for Discover Ilwaco.

I liked Smokey's plan for the day.

I liked Smokey’s plan for the day.

path to the market through Nora's back yard

path to the market through Nora’s back yard

Here’s a worrisome thing: the water in the meander line ditch behind our property is all dried up, so soon.

the meander line today

the meander line today

From August last year

From August last year (half a block further west, which is also dried up early this year)

looking west, no sign of water

looking west, no sign of water

Along Howerton Drive, just across the big parking lot, I assessed the two curbside gardens I walked by, thinking it’s a good thing I picked drought tolerant plants.

Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue'

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

lavender and California poppies

lavender and California poppies

more Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue'

more Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ and lavender

The garden boat at Time Enough Books needs more water than the curbside gardens do.

The garden boat at Time Enough Books needs more water than the curbside gardens do.

The hanging baskets needs water every day.  I'm glad that's not my responsibility.  (South side of Port Office)

The hanging baskets needs water every day. I’m glad that’s not my responsibility. (South side of Port Office)

I did not find the perfect present to send to Carol; I think I’ll go to NIVA green for that; but I did find some Sweet 100 tomato plants.

Saturday market plant vendor

Saturday market plant vendor

I just love the name of the new-this-year booth, Blue Collar Eats.  I need to go to the market hungry sometime instead of right after breakfast (which, for me on a day off, is midmorning).

Blue Collar Eats

Blue Collar Eats

glass

I browsed Time Enough Books and got Carol a card, and saw a book I want to read:

Cabin Lessons is the one that caught my eye.

Cabin Lessons is the one that caught my eye.

A book won’t do for Carol: she is an avid reader but is also a minimalist and does not collect stuff of any kind.

Meanwhile, Allan had dealt with yesterday’s work debris, and later mowed and strimmed the lawn.

dismantling for firewood the old barrels from Fish Alley

dismantling for firewood the old barrels from Fish Alley

When I got back home from the market, I was exhausted.  I hoped that a special drink would perk me up.

Tonic water with Starvation Alley organic cranberry juice and a splash of lemon juice

Tonic water with Starvation Alley organic cranberry juice and a splash of lemon juice

It must have done the trick, as I proceeded to plant almost all of the ladies in waiting.  The only ones that were left over were some 6 packs of painted sage.  A vigorous wind made it a little nerve wracking to plant near the alder trees.  However, I could not bear to wait any longer, and the wind was not as bad as it had been the previous Saturday.

plants in the ground!

plants in the ground! in a new raised area under the former danger tree (now a stump)

I added about ten new-to-me hardy fuchsias.

Fuchsia 'Empress of Prussia'

Fuchsia ‘Empress of Prussia’

Fuchsia 'Black Prince'

Fuchsia ‘Black Prince’

As I planted, I caught up on some plants that I hadn’t visited for awhile.

I had almost missed the flowering of this plant from Todd.

I had almost missed the flowering of this plant from Todd. (Sauromatum venosum)

I had missed its peak of bloom.

I had missed its peak of bloom.

That reminded me to have a look at the Japanese iris that had been so beautifully in bud over a week ago.

Iris ensata

Iris ensata

closer

closer

Another iris has pale green strappy foliage.

Another iris has pale green strappy foliage.

and dark flowers.  I can't remember where I got this one!

and dark flowers. I can’t remember where I got this one!

I was thrilled to see my Rosa rubrifolia popping up from among the Geranium ‘Rozanne’.  I had thought it was a goner.

Rosa rubrifolia AKA Rosa glauca

Rosa rubrifolia AKA Rosa glauca with purple red foliage

I also saw a spooky sight that made me think of Day of the Triffids:

These lights had appeared on the boat half a block away.

These lights had appeared on the boat half a block away.

Maybe I’m remembering the tripod science fiction series by John Christopher, which I read in my teenage years, because I do know that the triffids were giant plants, not mechanical.  The lights were particularly startling when the sun shone off of them, unlike these quieter late evening photos.

telephoto

telephoto

wheelbarrows full of empty pots

wheelbarrows full of empty pots

Not to mention empty pots strewn about...

Not to mention empty pots strewn about…

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The ladies in waiting section, almost empty of needing planting.

The ladies in waiting section, almost empty of needing planting.

Planting is just about my least favourite garden task, so I was proud of myself for buckling down and getting it done.  (One year I actually paid Allan to plant for me on a day when I could not stand it anymore.)  Tomorrow, I hoped to be done with all the planting at home (for now).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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