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Thursday, 31 October 2013

How tedious it can be when someone tells all about their dreams. But let it be said that I slept very late on this rainy day off and dreamt that I was enjoying an extended stay at the Sylvia Beach Hotel and that every day I added one more night to my dream vacation there so that I could read more of the room journals.

Upon awakening, I created most of the day’s blog post because I knew I would have little time at the end of the evening. All I would have to add after Halloween activities would be the sunset photos. I am still running two days behind on the blog because of last week’s revelries with visitor Debbie Teashon! That’s nothing, though, because there are times I have been blogging actual years behind.

Friends awaited at coffee klatsch at Olde Towne Café. Our dear friend Patt had been unable to make it back to Ilwaco, her former and much missed home. We had a photo taken to let her know we were thinking of her and were so sorry she would miss Ilwaco Halloween.

Jamie, Donna, Tom, Judy, me

Jamie, Donna, Tom, Judy, me

Judy must be thinking how tired she is of being photographed by us, or how sad it is that Patt was not here. Sorry, Judy…. Tom’s quizzical “look” is the one Judy says she sees every day and something about him that we find quite endearing.

On the left, above, a regular blog reader (one of the not huge number of about 40!) joins our group! Jamie had introduced herself to me and Allan in one of the Long Beach parks and I knew from our conversation that she would be deeply sympatico with Donna, Tom and Judy as well. They bonded immediately on dogs, liberalism, and New York!

We had one more photo letting Patt know how very much we missed her.

We miss Patt!

We miss Patt!

Coffee klatching carried on into the afternoon until we departed with a sense of panic as we still had much decorating to do before trick or treat time:

thing

This bit of garden decor can look quite scary

the webbing of the Corridor of Spooky Plants

the webbing of the Corridor of Spooky Plants

Tom and Judy hustled to get their scary clown set up. (complete with scary music). Here he is in a photo showing the wonderful fall foliage:

judy

and the photo I used for the Halloween Ilwaco Facebook album:

more Halloween-y

more Halloween-y

Allan working on last minute touches.

Allan working on last minute touches.

Just as the trick or treating began (as early as 4:30!) I went for a walk to catch the completed decorations at the other houses on the two east-west flatland Ilwaco streets that are a Halloween mecca. Chris was still trying to figure out the best way to structure his giant squid.

Chris's Halloween house

Chris’s Halloween house

We believe that Chris is the one who MADE Ilwaco the Halloween center of the SW Washington coast. The town was not much of a Halloween spot when I used to live over behind the boatyard. Over recent years, Chris’s creations have drawn people in and inspired others to decorate extravagantly as well.

Chris's moveable shark in 2010

Chris’s moveable shark in 2010

the dragon of 2011

the moveable dragon of 2011

the moveable hippo of 2012

the moveable hippo of 2012

As he worried over his giant squid I warned him the trick or treaters were already appearing! “They’re too early!” he said; “They have to come back after dark!” But they were here…

Spruce Street

on Spruce Street

Below is the creature that inspired me to at least put a sheet over our garden tuteur. Next year, I hope we (read: Allan) can construct something big and spooky with plant materials.

Spruce Street monster

Spruce Street monster

at the same house

at the same house

one house down....Next year, I want to have window things like this.  They add a lot.

one house down….Next year, I want to have window things like this. They add a lot.

a gardening aside:  azalea blooming just east of Spruce Street

a gardening aside: azalea blooming just east of Spruce Street

walking east on Spruce past one of my favourite houses in town....

walking east on Spruce past one of my favourite houses in town….

Shell Cottage

Shell Cottage

a bit further east

a bit further east, another house with a pretty garden

arch

girl

I love the curtain in the entrance.

Some decorations were very simple, but a pumpkin, a porch light, and an open gate are all that is needed to say “Welcome”.

decor

The rain had turned to a light and moody mist, perfect for the evening.

rain

On the corner just down from us, the house of the Lost Garden is, sadly, lacking an occupant. It would have made an excellent Halloween house.

house

a very old house

Although it was my turn to relieve Allan so he could go see the sights, I had to POP down to see Judy and Tom’s house once again.

Hornbuckle garden with good Halloween colours

Hornbuckle garden with good Halloween colours

Tom at the door

Tom at the door

I walked back home (four doors away) as, at 5:30, the crowd on Lake Street became thicker.

walking past Mary's house

walking past Mary’s house

The misty air echoed with the sound of excited yelling and running feet. Sometimes the echoing voices in the distance sounded riotous and quite startling in the usually quiet streets.

Lake Street looking east

Lake Street looking east

our front garden

our front garden

our spooky walk

our spooky walk

It was time to put out the battery operated candles along the spooky corridor…and I realized we could use real candles plunged into the soil further back in the garden, safely away from the children’s costumes.

spooky corridor detail:  I lose patience at spreading out the cobweb stuff.

spooky corridor detail: I lose patience at spreading out the cobweb stuff.

When I volunteered to take over the rather overwhelming and frenzied task of handing out treats to the ravening hordes, Allan said that in his experience, parents tended to be suspicious of a man out photographing trick or treaters, and that it would be better if I went back out till dark. It would save him having to explain that the photos are for the Ilwaco Facebook pages (and are not close ups of unmasked children without the parents’ permission, that is to say, children of people we know).

5:40 PM

5:40 PM….I am off into the streets again.

across the street, the J's house.  (The whole family has names that start with J.  Very helpful for people with a bad memory for names.)

across the street, the J’s house. (The whole family has names that start with J. Very helpful for people with a bad memory for names.)

a big lineup at Tom and Judy's

a big lineup at Tom and Judy’s

Judy told me their scary clown was photographed hundreds of times. One child ran madly up the walk and back to get his candy while the clown was down inside the Jack in the Box. (It hides, then remerges in a ghastly fashion with creepy music.) One mother stayed at the gate, saying she herself was terrified of clowns.

clown rising

clown rising

Judy was undaunted.

Judy was undaunted.

at Lake and Myrtle, the prettiest Halloween porch

at Lake and Myrtle, the prettiest Halloween porch

I love the way the "orange house" owners decorated with boxes.  Very clever indeed.

Further west: I love the way the “orange house” owners decorated with boxes. Very clever indeed.

Next door to the orange house, Chris and his friends had gotten their squid plan all sorted out.

pair

The tentacles would wait till trick or treaters came up the walk…

squid

and then would swoop in.

manned tentacles

manned tentacles

Nearby stood one of the many elegantly costumed adults. I noticed a definite steampunk theme this year.

a steampunk gentleman

a steampunk gentleman

excellent detail

excellent detail

I like the look of the groups of costumed folks walking our usually quiet streets.

fog

at Lake and Pearl

at Spruce and Williams

at Spruce and Williams

The Inn at Harbour Village, just up the hill

The Inn at Harbour Village, just up the hill

Kelly

At her home and business location on Spruce Street, Kelly of Blue Crab Graphics sported a most interesting costume.

kelly

She explained, “I’m not a witch; I’ve been labeled as a witch.”

I popped just around the corner at First Avenue to peek into Olde Towne where the 6-9 PM potluck party was just getting started. We would not be able to go till it was almost over because of the trick or treaters. Luanne’s son Michael had been perfecting the art of zombie makeup.

Café owner and barista Luanne

Café owner and barista Luanne

Michael

Michael

a ghostly photo of café regular Linda crossing the street to the Café

a ghostly photo of café regular Linda crossing the street to the Café

(She’s wearing Kelly’s Blue Crab Graphics Ilwaco semaphore sweatshirt. I had to take the photo on the move because a car was waiting for us local zombie grrrls.)

The Ilwaco Volunteer Fire Dept. always opens for trick or treaters.

The Ilwaco Volunteer Fire Dept. always opens for trick or treaters.

on the right, fire chief Tom Williams (who also built Judy's kitchen cupboards!)

on the right, fire chief Tom Williams (who also built Judy’s kitchen cupboards!)

firefighting suits at the ready

firefighting suits at the ready

across the street at the home of one of the firefighters

across the street at the home of one of the firefighters

further east, an old porch with one string of lights

further east, an old porch with one string of lights

the M and J Plumbing house

the M and J Plumbing house

Allan and I were trying to think of a last minute fake figure to put in a chair. We came up with nothing. This mummy is a great idea:

The Mummy of M and J Plumbing

The Mummy of M and J Plumbing

I very much like the spooky hand skeleton lights at Advent and Spruce Street.

6:15 PM: I very much like the spooky hand skeleton lights at Advent and Spruce Street.

at Lake and Advent

at Lake and Advent

and home again at 6: 20 PM.

and home again at 6: 20 PM.

our ghost

our ghost

Allan had tried lighting the inside of our ghost. That made the yellow roses show too much, which was not very scary.

I had one more look at Tom and Judy's house...

I had one more look at Tom and Judy’s house…

Halloween participation is not mandatory. Those who do not want to hand out candy just keep their gates closed and turn out their lights, especially the porch light.

looking west on Lake Street

looking west on Lake Street, another spooky old house with no candy

Now it was definitely time for me to go home and take over the treat detail from Allan. It was his turn to go out and take photos, and here they are:

earlier:  the spooky corridor

earlier: the spooky corridor

across the street

across the street

looking west on Lake

looking west on Lake

looking west from our house down Lake Street

looking west from our house down Lake Street

our Corridor of Spooky Plants with candles

our Corridor of Spooky Plants with candles

me ensconced on the porch handing out candy

me ensconced on the porch handing out candy

a simple costume

a simple costume

You shall not pass....

You shall not pass….below our porch

along our sidewalk

along our sidewalk

the J's house

the J’s house

that scary clown

that scary clown

Tom waiting behind the door.

Tom waiting behind the door.

After the first year of answering the door for 300 plus trick or treaters, I found it easier to just sit on the porch. However, our porch provides a bit of a hidey spot off to the side which is most effective.

Tom, AKA "Mr Judy"

Tom, AKA “Mr Judy”

There is a longstanding tradition among my internet friends (sometimes “imaginary friends”) that if one of a couple is more active online, the other one, usually male, gets called by their partner’s name, as…Mr. Judy.

another window treatment I would like to have for next year...

another window treatment I would like to have for next year…

I had not taken time to walk up the hill to the Inn at Harbour Village, but Allan did.

Inn at Harbour Village

Inn at Harbour Village

Inn at Harbour Village

Inn at Harbour Village

Inn at Harbour Village

Inn at Harbour Village

While Allan was out photographing nightlife, I and the Hornbuckles got to see Luanne and the Olde Towne crew as they zombie walked through town.

Luanne zombie walked into our garden.  Photo courtesy Jenna Lanette Austin.

Luanne zombie walked into our garden. Photo courtesy Jenna Lanette Austin.

Allan returns home...

Allan returns home…

and captures the perfect Halloween accessory.

and captures the perfect Halloween accessory.

We still had trick or treaters, including some very small and young ones, up till 8:30 when we turned out the lights. One young chap, about twelve years old and very articulate (dressed as Julius Caesar) expressed sadness that “so few houses were giving out candy.” I told him he needed to start earlier next year, as many houses had run out, and gave him five extra pieces. Tom and Judy had gone through their 400 pieces of candy by 7:40 and then closed down the scary clown. By then, Allan had goneon an emergency run to the local store, after an anxious call from me, and picked up four more bags of rather pricey candy (compared to the economy candy we had stocked up on in advance). Next year, the Hornbuckles and we will prepare for 600. We heard that on Spruce Street some households had that many.

Our attempt to keep a tally failed to be exact.

the tally sheet

the tally sheet

You can tell the difference between Allan’s neat start, divided into fives, and my chaotic scribblings. (“Ate one two three–hungry!”) By the count of the number of candies, we also had closer to 400. When the children arrive in drove after drove it is terribly hard to count them.

We made it to the party at Olde Towne only twenty minutes before it ended. My tabouli had arrived at the potluck earlier, thanks to Allan delivering it.

tabouli with hot mustard leaves and cilantro and flowers from the garden

tabouli with hot mustard leaves and cilantro and flowers from the garden

I will rely on another photo from Jenna to show the party we missed:

wild times at Oldie Townie

wild times at Oldie Townie

And then home…to finish the blog about gardening work of two days ago and to upload over 100 photos to a Facebook photo album

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

A beautiful day was the last sort of day I expected.  The forecast had called for rain, some wind, thunderstorms, and small hail.  I expected to sleep and then get caught up on the computer.  Instead, I found myself walking down to the Saturday Market at ten fifteen!

evidence of yesterday's rain

evidence of yesterday’s rain

Just as I took the above photo two houses east of ours, I saw Devery and Tuffy coming toward me on their way to the market, so we walked down together.

It was a social occasion for Tuffy.

It was a social occasion for Tuffy.

Mr. TuffMan

Mr. TuffMan

Devery bought some delicious produce from De Asis.  The sight of okra took her back to her childhood on Saint Kitt’s Island.

at De Asis Produce

at De Asis Produce

Then we parted ways as I went on through the length of the market to take more photos for the Discover Ilwaco page.

More produce from De Asis Farm:

peppers

peppers hot

and sweet

and sweet

The market had about half as many booths as usual.  I bought a hoodie from Blue Crab Graphics…a purple zippered one with Kelly’s design one of our lighthouses on it.  Kelly told me that she had set up in the rain and many vendors had not come.  They would be missing a beautiful day.

new hoodie!

new hoodie!

Further on, the English Nursery booth

Further on, the English Nursery booth

reflective pool by the Shoalwater Cove booth

“reflective pool” by the Shoalwater Cove booth

The pedestrian road called Waterfront Way, which is the market promenade on Saturdays, has a slope toward the middle which provides good reflections after rain.

another booth reflected

another booth reflected

The basket from The Basket Case Greenhouse still looks wonderful in front of the Don Nisbett Art Gallery.  Don waters it frequently and lavishly.

Don's basket

Don’s basket

The ones by the Port Office are good, too, although not as lavishly trailing without Don’s extra watering.

Port Office

Port Office

It’s just as well they don’t trail more or they would hide our garden underneath.  (Some of the garden plants also came from The Basket Case:  Eryngiums, Agastaches, Santolinas, Lavenders, Nepeta, and Cosmos and Salvia Viridis from The Planter Box.)

At the Pink Poppy Bakery booth, Madeline was selling some treats to Jim and Jet Neva.  Jim, great friend of port landscaping, may have retired but is still doing a lot for the port.  He was there to put up the second warning flag for tomorrow’s weather (two red triangle flags equal a gale with winds of 39-54 mph).

Jim and Jet at Pink Poppy Bakery

Jim and Jet at Pink Poppy Bakery

flowers from Pink Poppy Farm

flowers from Pink Poppy Farm

I got two Guinness chocolate cupcakes and some shortbread to share with Allan later, then  checked out the westernmost curbside garden on Howerton.

The business for sale is the Imperial Schooner Restaurant.

The business for sale is the Imperial Schooner Restaurant.

And walked past the boatyard…

boatyard

And on up First Avenue, checking the city planters along the way.

the colourful Portside Café

the colourful Portside Café

My destination was a late breakfast at Olde Towne.  Their window display foretells the imminent arrival of autumn.

at Olde Towne

at Olde Towne

In the way of small towns, I ended up having my meal with our client Ann and local masseuse and baker Diane.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, Allan had woken up an hour later than me (lucky to get good sleep!) and gone to the market himself, where he met our friend Donna, her new puppy, Blue, and…some pirates.

Little Blue!

Little Blue!

Donna and the pirates.

Donna and the pirates.

This one looks familiar.

This one looks familiar.

I am sure Queen La De Da had something to do with all this because it was some sort of significant pirate day.  (Talk Like a Pirate Day, I’ll bet.)

While sitting at Olde Towne,  I got a text from Donna that she had Blue over at Judy and Tom’s house.  I had finished my breakfast panini, gulped my coffee, and excused myself in haste so I could hustle home and meet the little pup.

Donna, Blue, and Tom

Donna, Blue, and Tom

Tiny little Blue looked lost in the lawn, which Tom had been unable to mow as often as usual due to weather.

Baby Blue

Baby Blue

After a long visit, during which Allan ambled down to join us (having just returned from the market), I harvested a few things from the garden.  I knew the pole of purple beans in the garden boat would most likely tip over in the wind.

long purple beans

long purple beans

Inspired by the meal yesterday at Himani Indian Cuisine, Allan wanted to make raita.  Maybe because I had found and emailed him a recipe.  So cilantro and mint and a cucumber were harvested for that.  And tomatoes for me and Judy.

The garden looked unkempt but I took most of the afternoon trying to muster the energy to weed three small sections.

sunflowers by the east fence

sunflowers by the east fence

Allan pointed out that when I had sent him out to retrieve Sheila’s hanging vase from  the shed wall after dark the previous evening,  I had neglected to tell him that the photo that reminded me of the vase also showed a big spider.  He noticed the spider when reading the blog later that night!

and the beautiful hanger made by Sheila (New Leaf Plants and Pottery)

vase from New Leaf Pottery…with spider

In the dark, he had gotten tangled up in the web.  Today, the spider was rebuilding.

determination

determination

I miss the vase but it cannot be up there during autumn winds.

A walk around the garden was in order just in case the predicted wind was terribly bad.

Aconitum in back garden

Aconitum in back garden

Verbena bonariensis

Verbena bonariensis

a very nice daylily

a very nice daylily

heavily flowering Fuchsias everywhere

profusely flowering Fuchsias everywhere

From the south end of the garden, I could see the two flags now flying over the port..

gale warning

gale warning

But we had only the slightest breeze and the evening was warm.

late afternoon light

late afternoon light, looking north from the bogsy wood

My usual garden companions had followed me all around.

Smokey

Smokey

(You can see how the back lawn is mostly creeping buttercup.)

Mary

Mary

She's Smokey's mom.

She’s Smokey’s mom.

Suddenly it seemed essential to have the first and possibly last campfire of the season!  I had checked last month with two VIFs (very important local firefighters) and learned that despite a county burn ban it was ok to have a small campfire in one’s own town garden.  Work, and blogging in the evening, had seemed to get in the way of having a fire until now.

At first the wood was steamy from yesterday’s rain.

steamy

steamy

But then it caught very nicely and we had hot dogs and smores for dinner.

a real campfire

a real campfire

Gunnera by the bogsy wood

Gunnera by the bogsy wood

Smokey thought the fire was a great idea.

my shoulder cat

my shoulder cat

During our fire time, not a breath of wind stirred the danger tree almost right overhead.  By next year’s campfire season, we will have dealt with this tree, if the storms don’t do it for us.  Then we won’t have to wait for completely windless nights, as they are rare here.

a quiet danger tree

a quiet danger tree

I collected some kindling from the bogsy wood.

I collected some kindling from the bogsy wood.

And we shared one tall beer featuring Deadliest Catch's Sig Hansen on the bottle.

And we shared one tall beer featuring Deadliest Catch’s Sig Hansen on the bottle.

I had sent last minute messages to Kelly and to Jenna before our spontaneous campfire.  Jenna did not get the message til the next day, and Kelly had to do something else.  We knew Judy and Tom were in for the evening, so it was just me and Allan and the cats…for most of the evening.

no company!

no company!

Light fades behind the alder grove.

Light fades behind the alder grove.

I had left two of the gates open in case Jenna and Don or Kelly showed up.  When it was good and dark and we were letting the fire die down, I looked over Allan’s shoulder and within three feet behind him stood a deer.  I just said “Oh my god!” while I considered whether or not a photo would capture the event and decided that the flash would make everything look too harsh.  “What, WHAT?” Allan exclaimed; “Don’t just say “Oh my GOD! What is it!?”  He later asked me if I had seen any horror movies lately.  I finally told him what was RIGHT behind him and stood up, and the deer scurried away down one of the paths.  A keystone cops in the dark chase ensued with two humans, two flashlights, two open gates and a deer that kept going round and round the dark paths.  We finally got it herded out the side gate to Nora’s driveway, and Allan made a circuit of the yard to make sure the deer had not brought a buddy.

The whole experience, including the deer’s visit, was so enjoyable I wish that we had done it more often.  Now we can only hope for a nice October evening with no wind (because of Danger Tree) to have one more campfire with company.

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Saturday, August 31

The idea of regularly taking weekends off is a new development, and perhaps one that we will regret come the winter if the money gets low.  It’s part of my “life is too short” philosophy and the desire to spend more time in my own home and garden.

I had Saturday to myself because Allan had gone to Olympia for the day for a family obligation.

I’m still working on getting a good photo of the “Butterfly Gladiolus”.

gladiolus papilio

gladiolus papilio

called "Butterfly Glad" because of the markings inside the flower

called “Butterfly Glad” because of the markings inside the flower

On the way to Olde Towne for coffee, I stopped at Larry’s Antique Gallery Too! shop just for fun and to catch up on town gossip  news.

Antique Gallery

Antique Gallery

There is always a shop dog to pet.  Of three of the Larry and Robert dogs, this is usually the one:

Sophie

Sophie

The shop is lush with beautiful objects…

shop

After my midmorning coffee and a treat at Olde Towne Café, I headed for the Saturday Market via the Antique Gallery, Robert’s branch of the family business.

cute kitchen towels at Robert's antique shop

cute kitchen towels at Robert’s antique shop

The two Antique Galleries and Olde Towne Trading Post are a big draw for antiquers and I always think of my grandma going “antiquing” on Greenwood Avenue in Seattle when I see the happy browsers in the shops.

I walked past the Ilwaco boatyard….

Picotee cosmos at the boatyard

Picotee cosmos at the boatyard

My friend and basketmaker from Seattle, Pat Reese, gave me this grass long ago.  It has beautiful soft plumes and is a runner but not too annoyingly so.  Can anyone ID it for me?  It is a nice alternative for pampas grass because it stays much smaller and its blades are not as sharp and harsh…if it is not considered noxious because of its spreading habit.

a lovely grass at the south end of the boatyard garden

a lovely grass at the south end of the boatyard garden

I did my usual stint photographing the Saturday Market for Discover Ilwaco.  For the blog, some garden related photos:

succulents

succulents

salsa in a bag from De Asis Farm

salsa in a bag from De Asis Farm

flowers and herbs from Pink Poppy Farm (at the Pink Poppy Bakery booth)

flowers and herbs from Pink Poppy Farm (at the Pink Poppy Bakery booth)

I saw, taking photos (of dogs, she said) my good new friend Donna, someone I am fortunate to have met through Facebook.

Donna sighting on a booth dog

Donna sighting on a booth dog

The local Facebook connections have been an amazing boon to my sense of being connected to other like minded folks on the Peninsula.

Donna's dog Chloe:  15 years old

Donna’s dog Chloe: 15 years old

good advice

good advice

Another friend connection:  Our friend Kelly’s booth of screen printed apparel:

Blue Crab Graphics

Blue Crab Graphics; her sign is made from an old screen printing frame

As I walked the two blocks home, for once not going in through the field and my back gate, I saw that water was rising at the meander line that divides the parking lots from our residences.

The grove of trees marks the Bogsy Wood.

The grove of trees marks the Bogsy Wood.

Other than social and photographic wanderings, I did my first mowing with our new gas mower.  It definitely goes faster than the rechargeable electric one.  I would have stuck with the electric for ecological reasons but for its battery getting old and a replacement would have been ridiculously expensive…and its mowing path was quite narrow.

My big new idea is to mow this fall and leave unmowed all the edge areas that do not flow easily into the mowing pattern and then cut those bits of sod out with a half moon edger.  Mowing without having to back up and fiddle around with awkward areas is my goal.

Sunday, September 1

Here’s another grass in my garden for which I crave an identification.  Pam and Cathie from Back Alley Gardens had an idea when they visited, but I forgot the name Pam suggested.

It is delicate and reddish and I got it at a Hardy Plant weekend or maybe Cistus nursery.

It is delicate and reddish and I got it at a Hardy Plant weekend or maybe Cistus nursery.

I need to divide a bit off of this and put some down at the boatyard!

New idea:  Plant peas and beans in containers like this along the fence; they won’t have to fight with tree and shrub roots of the mixed border hedges I am trying to grow.

not elegant but works well

not elegant but works well

Looking back on my attempt to grow “edibles” for the edible tour, I think it worked out pretty well.  I still have lots of tomatoes…more than I can use so I share with Judy and Devery.

greenhouse tomatoes

greenhouse tomatoes

tomatoes

I had more cucumbers than I could eat and shared with Devery, Judy and Mary N!

I have some peppers coming along in the greenhouse as well.

peppers

banana peppers

The crop of cilantro is substantial although I and Mary N’s husband seem to be the only ones who like it.

slow bolting cilantro

slow bolting cilantro

The hops are ornamental as far as I am concerned because I don’t make beer.  However, Madeline of Pink Poppy Bakery told me that dried hops are good in sleepytime tea so I am going to give that a try for my chronic insomnia.  (I can sleep, but not till two AM!)

hops on the old clotheline

hops on the old clotheline

Red Runner beans look gorgeous against the back wall of Allan’s shed…but don’t seem to be all that tasty so I just grow them to look good.

red runner beans

red runner beans

and a showy dark purple bean

and a showy dark purple bean

Before the edible tour, in order to keep the lettuce from bolting, I was dedicated to harvesting the young leaves and making salads.  I must admit I have not done so since tour day.  Now it has gone old and bitter and I should compost it and plant a fall crop (if it is not too late….maybe in the greenhouse)…

lettuce bowl, given to me by Nancy Allen

lettuce bowl, given to me by Nancy Allen

My favourites are the ornamental flowers and if I were still making salads, I’d be putting begonia flowers in them.

The yellows taste like citrus and the reds taste like berries!

The yellows taste like citrus and the reds taste like berries!

The long stretch of lawn going back to the bogsy wood culminates in something new now:

looking south

looking south

a new debris pile built on newspaper

a new debris pile built on newspaper

I am hoping to take the old debris pile on the other side of the garden, clean it up, get all the spuds out and make it into a garden bed.

How can I have run out of space for new beds in such a large yard?

I continue to debate about whether or not to have the Danger Tree…quite dead…cut down or wait and see if it falls.  It shouldn’t hit the house unless it really flew, but might take out some fence.

shade

The bark is cracking in an ominous way.

bark

I hope I can have it cut just above the branches where the blue bottles hang and if a tree cutter could make it look kind of rough like it broke naturally, it would make a most convincing snag.

It's too dangerous to leave even though the birds love it.

It’s too dangerous to leave even though the birds love it.

An arbourist assured me it had just died of old age, not because I built a carefully shallow bed on one side of it.

shade bed

shade bed

an orchid? or lily? growing in the shade

an orchid? or lily? growing in the shade

(In my old garden and in my clients’ gardens, I know every plant but in my own I have lost track…from planting it up so quickly over just two years.)

As the day progressed, I had company expected and unexpected.

Garden Blogger Alison of Bonney Lassie arrived at three and we had a splendid talk and walk throughout the garden.

Alison taking photos...

Alison taking photos…

She is also someone I met through Facebook’s network of gardeners.

Gene Miles came by with a friend and I had another pleasant walk seeing it through others’ eyes.  His friend from Oregon proved to be knowledgeable about plants but was camera shy.

Gene is not the shy type.

Gene is not the shy type.

Pretty soon Judy came by with Beep, both on the way home from a walk.

The well trained Beep!

The well trained Beep!

Judy and I had been neighbours for over a year when we became Facebook friends and found out much more quickly than in the old fashioned way just how much we had in common.

Judy and The Beep

Judy and The Beep

We sat in the shade back by the fire circle because neither of us is fond of hot sun.

The gregarious cats Smokey, Mary and Frosty were thrilled to meet new people but as usual, Calvin made himself scarce and hid out indoors.

Smokey, people lover

Smokey, people lover (in his BirdsBeSafe collar)

Calvin the shy

Calvin the shy

Meanwhile, Allan was up to something…

a project

a project

allan

But I wasn’t sure what.

It turned out to be this:

a shelf for the van...

a shelf for the van…

that hold tools underneath

that hold tools underneath

If we have to eat rice and beans, forgo restaurants and have tea instead of fancy coffees at Olde Towne this coming January due to not having worked hard enough this summer, it will have been worth it for days like these.

evening peace in the garden

evening peace in the garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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