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Saturday, 5 March 2018

We attended the annual Ilwaco Children’s Parade (yesterday’s post).  Allan was at the beginning, downtown, and I was at the Port end of the parade.  Neither one of us made it to the boatyard to get photos with the boats as a backdrop.  A breakdown in communication.

I was pleased that Jenna (Queen La De Da, our good friend and the parade organizer) had put up signs protecting our street planters.

And yet…

Along Howerton Avenue, dog daisies had bloomed for the parade.

We have finally managed to get some perennials going in the Freedom Market garden.

Here comes the parade:

After the parade, we each went to the opening of the Ilwaco Saturday Market at the port, which will take place each Saturday between now and the end of September.

Allan’s photos:

 

my photos:

I popped into Time Enough Books.

I must read the Angry Chef book!

However, my obsession with watching Gardeners’ World online is greatly reducing my reading time.

What is missing in the photo below?

Nigel and Montagu Don, of course!

This is a must have book for a dog book collection.

Cats were well represented:

I hurried home because I had things to do in the garden.  And yet…I have a problem.  All I want to do is watch one episode after another of Gardeners’ World online.  I am finding them on youtube and another video site called dailymotion. Three new books came in the mail today and yet….except for bathtime, I watch Gardeners’ World instead of reading.

I hope I don’t start watching GW instead of blogging.

The cats stayed indoors for as long as I did.

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Gardeners’ World

I felt guilty about not gardening.  Allan helped by saying, as he made some toasty sandwiches, “You are waiting for lunch, then you’ll be eating lunch, and then you’ll be letting it settle.”  Sounded like a good enough set of excuses.

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Nigel! My dog, Bertie Woofter, used to make just that face.

With GW presenter Carol Klein, I visited the Logan Botanic Garden in Scotland.  Amazing; you can view it here.

Today, I watched several episodes from 2015 (and one accidentally from 2016) before venturing out into the garden. Finally, in mid-afternoon, I did get stuck into one gardening job.  (Allan had gone shopping over the river.)

The big beds are weedy but still give a reasonably good impression.

I now have an elegant blue wall at the end of the garden, like the glorious one that was famously in the Linda Cochran garden on Bainbridge Island.

Ok, it is actually a blue tarp over a huge stack of crab pots next door.  I like it much better than last year’s brown tarp.

I had decided to do the weediest area first, which I left till the very last in 2017: the hillocks in the Bogsy Wood.

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Our Kathleen came by just then to give me a start of rudbeckia for the Shelburne Hotel garden.  We visited outdoors for about fifteen minutes and then I got back to the project.

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5:30 PM looking west


camassias on the edge of the Bogsy Wood


Skooter; both cats kept an eye on my project.


a nice start of rudbeckia for the Shelburne

I was glad to accomplish a goodly amount and rewarded myself with some more episodes of Gardeners’ World. I told Allan that if I lived alone, I would stop watching all of our usual favourite telly shows and watch nothing BUT GW till I have gotten through all such material available online.  “That’s crazy talk!” said Allan.

Be still, my heart—Monty, Nigel, and compost bins:

Have I shared this clip of a physically disabled woman’s garden?

This evening’s shows included an inspirational greening of a Liverpool neighbourhood, part of a campaign called Greening Grey Britain. (Sorry, cannot find a stand alone video clip. You will find it 18 minutes in to this episode.)

And I got to go on a tour of the Lost Gardens of Heligan, about which I have read at least two books.  I had forgotten that it was a hurricane knocking down trees that first revealed the lost garden there.

We have two more days off.  I am sure to be torn between watching gardening and actually gardening.

 

 

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Saturday, 14 April 2018

Looking out the front window, I noticed that the goldy-bronze Japanese maple, which I planted for eventual privacy, tones well with the cottage across the street.

Allan picked up some books from the library and did some deadheading there:

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Tulipa sylvestris

Tulipa (probably) ‘Peppermint Stick’

at home

In the early evening, Allan went on a splashabout in the back garden.

I wish that white bucket was not sitting there. Fire water bucket. I keep forgetting to move it.

in the bogsy wood

looking north from the Bogsy Wood

Bogsy Wood bridge

Bogsy Wood swale

the seasonal pond at the Meander Line

looking north

fairy door

at the north edge of the Bogsy Wood

lawn under water

In the evening, we watched the documentary Kedi, about the cats of Istanbul.  It was glorious.  You can watch it right here.

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To protect our telly, we had to put Skooter into the laundry room.  The soundtrack of meowing cats had him all in a tizzy. He never gets worked up by the meowing on the show My Cat From Hell.

After the film, I studied the first couple of chapters of this book, a gift from Lorna, former owner of Andersen’s RV Park, a longtime past job of ours..

I have looked at all the lovely photos before, but this time I am seriously studying it as I am not all that successful at intensive cutting gardens.  I am wanting a small one around the edges of the back garden of the Shelburne Hotel and would like to do better with cutting flowers at home because I am taking bouquets there on a regular basis.

A sweet story of how the author got started:

I don’t often pick bouquets for myself but I do like to make them for other people. I learned useful items already, such as succession seeding for annual flowers up till July 15th.  And planting them extra close together for cutting flowers.

After midnight, I looked to see how much rain had fallen on Saturday: 4.36 inches! And 8.55 since this storm began.

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Saturday, 20 May 2017

I planted in my garden: agastaches, echinaceas, dahlias in the garden boat, a few of those “black and white” gladiolus mix that I mostly gave away, three delphiniums which should make a nice snail snack, and cosmos, cosmos, cosmos and cosmos.

I do not enjoy planting (odd but true) so not one photo was taken by me.

A heavy application of sluggo went everywhere I planted.

Meanwhile, Allan got ambitious over at Mary N’s place.

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before: the barberry stumps

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the heavy pick

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weeding in progress

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after

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We need to find three ‘Endless Summer’ hydrangeas for here.

At home, Allan weeded his own garden bed and planted the one plant that he had in waiting: a Mahonia gracilipes from Todd.

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before

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after. The centerpiece is Acanthus ‘Hollard’s Gold’.

I looked forward to tomorrow when I have nothing to plant and much to weed.

Nancy Gorshe (co owner of The Depot Restaurant, who is running for another term as hospital commissioner, posted this photo of her campaign sign in my garden in 2011. Must have been late summer because it was the 2011 Hardy Plant Study Weekend that inspired the building of the arbour.

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Here’s the same garden area today (with poles that need repainting).  It was awfully pretty back when it was just annuals!

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Sunday, 21 May 2017

Despite some plaguing sciatica or some such pain, I decided to take on a hard project rather than small areas here and there.  I needed the satisfaction.

I had been disheartened while planting yesterday about what an all-fired mess my garden is this year.  Then I had the comforting memory of the year 2008.  Friends from Minneapolis visited on Memorial Day weekend, and even though I needed to be gardening, I took the day off to go to Cannon Beach with them.  Before we left for the day, I showed them my garden.  It was a worse mess of weeds than what I have today; back then, we worked seven days a week in May.  I told my friends that we were going to be on the garden tour in just one month.  Even as non gardeners, they looked skeptical.

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friends from afar at Cannon Beach, memorial day weekend 2008

Not only did Robert and I get the garden tour-worthy (by neglecting paid work),  we also fit in the Hardy Plant Study weekend before tour day!  You can see the garden on tour day here. (And if you backtrack from that post, you will see some glorious gardens in Eugene, Oregon.)

So there is hope that I will get the awfully weedy garden done before summer.  After all, I’m getting started on the worst part before Memorial Day.

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Here’s an area that is always the last to be weeded. South end of east fence border.  

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in that bed: a cool Dan Hinkley plant whose name I forget. Has little berries right on the leaves.

Here is the area I went for today, the new-last-year bogsy wood mounds.  It was a matter of urgency to get the velvet grass out before it flowered (because then it gives me sneezing fits).

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I could make life easier by making a debris dump in that one undeveloped corner between two old salmonberries (below):

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…And yet I persist in wanting the debris taken outside the fence.  If Allan did not show up now and then to dump wheelbarrows for me, I think that corner would be a debris dump for sure.  It’s my last frontier, though, and I don’t want to fill it up with a weed pile.

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2:30 PM

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I like my golden boxleaf honeysuckle and variegated elderberry along the bogsy wood east fence.

I moved to the other side of the bogsy wood mounds.

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Here’s how it looked on May 13th.

In the center, the velvet grass had gotten as tall as a human toddler and defeated my hand tools.

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Just then, rescue arrived.

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Allan with the big yellow pick.

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followed closely by a supervisor

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me contemplating the giant velvet grass

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Allan went after the child sized clumps of velvet grass.

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huge clumps that would have been much easier to pull a month ago

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velvet grass OUT

With that accomplishment, Allan departed to go for a short hike to some tall trees (which will be tomorrow’s post).

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5:10 PM, looking east

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looking west

That is certainly not the quality of unraked work that I’d leave behind at a job.  Nevertheless, I was satisfied for today.  The progress had been made despite a 20 mph wind so annoying that it usually would have kept me out from under the trees.

I wanted next to tackle this area where grass and buttercups were hiding a fairy door.  Maybe the fairies like the privacy.

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While I did not get an after photo, this one from Allan, after his return, shows that area, along with the results of his raking.

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fairy door is on tree to the left

On the lawn side of that area, I have this mess:

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I did wade into it from the other side.  I did not deliberately plant the Limnanthes douglasii (poached egg plant).  Every year, it begins to irritate me as it hides other plants and provides a damp home for slugs.  The meianthemum (false lily of the valley) is also rampant in here.

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But of course the meianthemum worked its way up into this stump planter of pulmonaria.

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This fuchsia’s old stems looked kind of tatty.

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So I pruned it to the base. Now everything shows.

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I’d like to move it, but it is too risky now; it’s an extra pretty one.

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I had an audience the whole time.

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The salmonberry tunnel needs shaping.

Last minute inspiration: I pruned salmon and elderberry to reveal my bogsy wood plant table.

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before

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after

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something about to happen

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something happening

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Smokey might have felt mildly annoyed.

Allan dumped at least six, maybe nine heaping wheelbarrows for me today.

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looking back….6:30 PM and I was out of steam.

I wish I had a week of weeding days at home.  Tomorrow Annuals Planting Hell I mean Time starts up again in Long Beach.

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Saturday, 25 March 2017

Much as I longed to go the weekly political postcard party, I did not want any of our friends to get our colds.  By now, Allan’s was worse than mine as it got passed down the chain.

With the first really nice day all week, I decided to explore the potential compost bin area by our greenhouse.

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yesterday

It used to be a raspberry patch that had not done at all well.  Last year, it became an axiliary frog home with a free pond (the sort meant to be dug into the ground) that we had gotten from a friend.

I had started poking at the weeds when Allan emerged and asked if I wanted the pond emptied out.  Why…yes!  (I had carefully checked for frog spawn and found none.)

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We set the waterlogged pots of water loving plants to one side to drain out; they are too heavy to lift into the water boxes right now.

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waiting

One of the water boxes has a leak toward the top.  Having the big pot of water hyacinth in there will hide that problem.

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sadly one inch low water box

Many snails had found a home on the bottom of the plastic pond form.

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Allan’s photo

Not long after they were deposited into a bucket, the snails embarked upon a daring escape.

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Allan took them to the big field out back.

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on the way, standing water in the swale (Allan’s photo)

Devery popped over from next door, and when I mentioned that I was going to give away the preform pond, she happily took it to make a planter.  From looking through my grandmother’s old scrap books, I have realized that if I do have a pond sunk into the ground, I would like it to be a simple shape, like these photos that she had cut out from magazines long ago.

Back to the preparation for the compost bins: I was cursing the thick, ropy, hard-to-cut hops roots that coursed throughout the old raspberry patch from the hops and honeysuckle poles at each end.  It was not an easy weeding job.  Allan helped by hacking clumps with the big pick.

Every time I have assembled pallet compost bins before, I’ve tied them together with rope and let them sit there all wonky.  Allan had a different idea.

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his tools (and the pick handle)

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a trench dug to make the pallets level

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proper assembly

With the first bin done, I began to fill it up…an exciting prospect.

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newspaper base will help keep roots from coming up

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The new bin inspired some clipping

I was startled to learn that we only had four pallets, not the five needed to make two bins.  Allan had dismantled the fifth one to repair the other four’s missing slats.

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The project at a momentary standstill

On his errand to pick up the mail, Allan decided to quest for three more pallets.

He saw this down at the Port:

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Soon, Allan triumphantly returned to the garden, carrying a pallet, and began to finish the second bin.

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In order to continue to use one of the clotheslines for blanket drying, we had to place the bins so that there is only a narrow space between the back and the greenhouse.  I am hoping to reach in with a hoe from each end to get weeds and am aware that it might be a future problem.

The second clothesline will now only work for smalls.

Skooter had emerged to inspect the project and to monitor the frogs in the water boxes.

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I had clipped more plant matter in the greenhouse and on the patio to add to my first bin when me legs suddenly seized up, and I had to hobble into the house and have a sit down.  Little did I know that Allan had actually acquired three pallets.  As he stayed out to finish the project, I felt guilty but incapable.  I did not realize he was able to complete the third bin till he showed me the photos.

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done 

Eventually, there will be big horizontal boards that slip in along the front to hold the debris in place.

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I was well chuffed to have three compost bins, like Mr Tootlepedal.  Later in the evening, I caught up reading the last week of the Tootlepedal blog and was reminded that he has four bins: A, B, C, D.  It has been his compost turning and sifting exploits over the last few years that reminded me how much I do like having proper compost bins.  It’s so satisfying and makes faster compost, something that will be beneficial as we work less and can afford to buy less readymade mulch.

I will be shifting the debris pile from next to Devery’s driveway into the new bins.

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the old debris pile, soon to be some sort of garden

It would be fun to have a shared kitchen garden there, but it is outside the deer fence.  Perhaps herbs and flowers.

I look forward to the future filling of the bins and shifting piles from one to the other and then the sifting of the finished product through a screen placed over a wheelbarrow.

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My mother sifting compost in 2008, age 83

At my house in Seattle, which was once my grandma’s house, I had two compost areas separated by a narrow concrete path, and  I still remember the pleasure of tossing the partially decomposed clippings from one pile to the other and then sifting finished compost.  As a small child, I dreamt one night that I was one of the wriggling red worms in Gram’s compost pile.  That sounds like a nightmare.  It was not.

At 3 AM, I could not fall asleep because my mind was so busy imagining the collecting and layering of compostable material into my new compost bins.

 

 

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Monday, 13 March 2017

As I write the first part of this in the mid afternoon, the rain is not as fierce as it was this morning.  In my youth…maybe five years ago…I would have leapt out to do some work.  Now, I feel less like working in the drizzle.  I added last week’s one day of work to the time sheet and was shocked to see we’ve eight rain and windy bitter cold and even snow days off.  Meanwhile, I’m embarrassed to report that Dave and Melissa bundled up in rain gear and worked through almost ALL the weather.

My excuse today: The soil is boggy and the plants are all drenched.  What a wimp!

I did take a walk in the soft rain throughout the garden.

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Skooter looked startled that I opened the front door.


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hyacinth basket


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looking south


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soggy footing


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lots of crocuses


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Harry Lauder’s Walking Stick (contorted filbert)


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way too much fried egg plant reseeded in the bogsy wood


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narcissi, and monster shotweed


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Slippery ground prevented the shotweed pulling and fern clipping from starting up.

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pulmonaria (spotted dog)


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hard to even imagine when we’ll be able to have a campfire


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The swale path is a pond.


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Looking north.  Water on the center path is over the top of my boots.


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south gate

The top of the south gate represents a Chinook tribal canoe, the sort that used to ply the river when this very spot was river front, before the port parking lots and building sites were built on fill, in the early 1950s.

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I do wish this water stood all year long.

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coming round the west side


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more pulmonaria


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corydalis foliage


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crocuses

As you can see, the chop and drop method looks pretty messy.  I look forward to the future three compost bins which will be made as soon as we get six more free pallets…from somewhere.  I have decided the bins will tuck in nicely next to the greenhouse.

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They will replace the wonky tadpole pond set up…


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I love my new stop the eye fence.


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Euonymus ‘Wolong Ghost’ is seriously climbing the front of the house, which is vinyl clad.

As I had walked all around the garden, I had collected one flower from every hellebore.  I’m sorry to report that many had minuscule snails hiding inside, putting paid to the idea that a cold winter would mean fewer snails.

Here is the full collection of hellebore blossoms.

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Skooter appeared.

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The center one is last year’s birthday present from Our Kathleen.

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Because my camera has been finding it hard to capture the glory of the corylopsis in bloom, I asked Allan to photograph it.

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Corylopsis and crocus, my photo

He returned with these:

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Corylopsis pauciflora

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with some fill in flash

Smokey snoozed through all of it.

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I’d like to read for the rest of the day in this most wonderful book:

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I can already tell you I am going to be rating this book at 20 stars.  As a former housecleaner for 18 years, I find deep familiarity in the stories of doing housework for richer folk.  And as the protagonist, Mildred, talks with her best friend about race, I keep marveling in a furious way that 70 years after it was written, how very much about racism is still the same.  Read it; it is wonderful and it’s funny despite its serious topics.  Read about it here.

My reading hours are curtailed because tonight is the local Democrats meeting.  I know Mildred would want me to go.  Here are her thoughts on a meeting:

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Sunday, 6 December 2015

much rain!

Brilliant book, read it cover to cover in one sitting.

Brilliant book, read it cover to cover in one sitting.

the shocking state of Henrietta's descendants, and so many others, not having health insurance.

the shocking state of Henrietta’s descendants, and so many others, not having health insurance.

While I learned so much, Smokey enjoyed the reading day in his own way.

While I learned so much, Smokey enjoyed the reading day in his own way.

Meanwhile, Allan did his own reading and puttering and recorded his day:

garden propellers in the wind

garden propellers in the wind

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65 mph gusts at the Port of Ilwaco, somewhat less in our garden.

Terry has her trees up across the street.

Terry has her trees up across the street.

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Despite the rain, Allan managed to add blue lights to the new arbour.

Despite the rain, Allan managed to add blue lights to the new arbour.

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Monday, 7 December 2015

I started reading a book that I had begun last week and had put down to address some more pressing books that were almost overdue….

Love her show, Girls, and loved this book.

Love her show, Girls, and her film, Tiny Furniture, and loved this book.

Some takeaways from Lena:

“College was a wonderful gig, thousand of hours to tend to yourself like a garden.”  (Not an experience I was privileged to have.)

The entire chapter called Is This Even Real: Thoughts on Death and Dying

and the four page chapter of her Top Ten Health Concerns.

The last order of end-of-season sale bulbs arrived in the mid afternoon.  At least half of them were for Dave and Melissa and Todd.

Here they are...Staycation goes on hold.

Here they are…Staycation goes on hold.

I sorted bulbs.

Meanwhile, Allan went out to weed at his own job at the Ilwaco Timberland Library/Community Building garden., and in the last rainy hour of the day planted the bulbs there that I had sorted out.

Allan's photo: sodden soil

Allan’s photo: sodden soil while weeding

still windy

still windy at home

back to the community building to plant  bulb and some plants

back to the community building to plant bulb and some plants

As you can see, the soil under the new sign desperately needs mulch.  As for the plants, I had pointed him to some starts of variegated euonymous (wintercreeper) from my garden but it looks to me (above) like he got saxifrage instead.

You can see he did not have pleasant weather for the little job.

You can see he did not have pleasant weather for the little job.

traffic jam!

traffic jam!

on his way home, a detour to see the prettiest house in Ilwaco

on his way home, a detour to see the prettiest house in Ilwaco, with a small Santa glowing upstairs

and then more work on Christmas lights

and then more work on Christmas lights

By 3:30, I had all the bulbs sorted and had gone out into the rain to plant white narcissi, some crocus tommasianus, some lilies and some iris reticulata in my own garden, getting drenched at the same time that Allan was planting bulbs in the rain at the community center.  Finally, at dark-thirty, I was able to finish the Lena Dunham book and read another.  I almost wanted to never read the final Ruth Rendell novel because there will be no more.

my day: the last book by one of my top three favourite authors

the end of my day: the last book by one of my top three favourite authors

I hoped for good weather the next day in order to plant the rest of the bulbs.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

The wind roared, the rain swept sideways, and during a lull in the gale, I took an early afternoon excursion out to the bogsy woods.

an unusual amount of water

an unusual amount of water

This sort of thing went on all day.

This sort of thing went on all day.

I think it is a first to have water this high.

I think it is a first to have standing water this high.

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next door

next door

The garden boat is almost afloat.

Our garden boat is almost afloat.

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scene of summer campfires

scene of summer campfires

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I've never seen the fence swale this high.

I’ve never seen the fence swale this high.

 

Nothing bigger than this branch had come down in the wind.

Nothing bigger than this branch had come down in the wind.

miniature rapids by the tree stump

miniature rapids by the tree stump

view to the south outside the fence

view to the south outside the fence

the outer bogsy woods, deeper than I have ever seen water here.

the outer bogsy woods, deeper than I have ever seen water here.

the middle swale in the bogsy wood

the middle swale in the bogsy wood

looking north

looking north

along the east side of the bogsy woods

along the east side of the bogsy woods

After that exciting splashy walk, I read, and read some more.

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The novel You’re Not You is SO much better than the movie adaptation that we recently saw.  I’ve just ordered all of Michelle Wildgen’s other books.  She excels at writing about food and I see with pleasure that that is a theme in her other works.  You’re Not You is laced with descriptions of the farmers market:

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and

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and in the very early spring

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and in the summertime:

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Allan went out to the post office and the library and brought me back five books by Elinor Lipman; I will read them in order by copyright date, starting with the one I began tonight:

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In the background, above, is the work board.  I hope that tomorrow will be a nice enough day to make that board almost empty by the evening.

For me, the weather had been delightful reading time.  For other local towns, it was a nightmare.

down the Oregon coast

down the Oregon coast

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"Check out the view from our Executive Petty Officer's front door!!! How bout a Survival Swim Chief??"

“Check out the view from our Executive Petty Officer’s front door!!! How bout a Survival Swim Chief??”  Tillamook Bay Coast Guard Station

 

 

 

 

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We were most decidedly rained out of work; on both day I took photos of the gratifying amount of water in the bogsy woods.

Friday, 13 November 2015

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We could get fancier chairs but these are honestly the most comfortable (when upright).  We’d had some wind.

I see through the east gate that the crab pots next door have been moved and are elsewhere now in readiness for the crab season.

I see through the east gate that the crab pots next door have been moved and are elsewhere now in readiness for the crab season.

The garden would look wilder if we brought the hoses in.

The garden would look wilder if we brought the hoses in.

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turning to look back (north) up the west side path

turning to look back (north) up the west side path

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south fence

splishy splashy walk

splishy splashy walk

I find this most pleasing.

I find this most pleasing.

outside the south fence

outside the south fence (looking due south)

looking north from the south gate

looking north from the south gate

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looking east

looking west

looking west

I like the look of the extra river rock that we put into the (sometimes dry) creekbed.

I like the look of the extra river rock that we put into the (sometimes dry) creek bed.

hardy fuchsias still blooming

hardy fuchsias still blooming

Fuchsia magellanica and some late roses (Radway Sunrise)

Fuchsia magellanica and some late roses (Radway Sunrise)

one of our water features

one of our water features

and another

and another

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I meant to read after my walk round the property, but having the place all to myself inspired me to putter at tidying the garage (since I could make all the decisions about where to put things).  I noticed Allan had had the clever idea of inserting a couple of bulb sorting milk crates into the shelves, and I expanded on the idea and got all our garden supplies sorted by type.

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The blue tin can to the left has all the COOL tags.

A few days back I had sorted out a big bucket of plant tags, throwing out all the duplicates and winnowing the last couple of years of tags down to two containers.  Today, I refined them into having one blue can containing all the most special tags from Cistus and Xera and Joy Creek.  Like these:

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The bottom tag tells me that I HAD bought a Heptacodium before Debbie Teashon brought me one this fall, but clearly it had died in its youth, as I have none in the garden other than the one she brought.

These were all from when Pam Fleming had the glorious and much missed Back Alley Gardens in Gearhart.

These were all from when Pam Fleming had the glorious and much missed Back Alley Gardens in Gearhart.  Oh, except for the Hymenanthera, which I got at 7 Dees Seaside (and had lost that tag for four years!)

I spent several years not knowing what the cool shrub in my front garden was.

I spent several years not knowing what the cool shrub in my front garden was.

Hymenanthera with white and grey berries.

Hymenanthera with white and grey berries, last month

ID for the lovely sedum I can see from my blogging window.

ID for the lovely sedum I can see from my blogging window.

and this Snowberry that is next to Allan's garden.

and this Snowberry that is next to Allan’s garden.

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In the last hour of daylight, the rain stopped. I had gotten my onw bulbs sorted into three boxes (front garden, back garden, and garden boat) and thought I might plant some…till I realized that Allan had taken all the bulb food away with him in the van!

three boxes of bulbs to plant here.

three boxes of bulbs to plant here.

So I had no choice but to finally finishing my book; thanks to a mention in the Susan Conant Dog Lover’s Mystery series, I had learned that a particular favourite author has two books I had not read:

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Just some bits I liked:

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And this amused me because I spend a great deal of time peering into my iPhone:

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and then this, as I am entering the third act:

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When I came emerged from the end of the book, I had a text from a friend telling me about the latest horrors in the real world, and when Allan arrived home he said he had been listening to the NPR newscast during all his driving time.  It cast much somberness over the evening as I contemplated the many such tragedies that take place around this world.

Allan’s day

a trip to Astoria and Warrenton for an oil change and shopping...

a trip to Astoria and Warrenton for an oil change and shopping…here on the Washington side along the Columbia River

waves splashing up over the breakwater

waves splashing up over the breakwater by a Lewis and Clark interpretive sign

an adorable Tillamook cheese van is a cheerful note to end on

an adorable Tillamook cheese van is a more cheerful note to end on

Saturday, 14 November 2014

  As for the day time, I took another walk in the late afternoon back to the bogsy wood to see how deep the water was (deeper than Friday), tried to read a book, could not concentrate, read a lot of news reports.

takes a lot of rain to have standing water here

takes a lot of rain to have standing water here

splashier than yesterday

splashier than yesterday

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Allan wonders when he will be able to mow.

Allan wonders when he will be able to mow and how far will the mower spray water if he did it now.

I'm glad I got these areas pretty much weeded.

I’m glad I got these areas pretty much weeded.

Today I wore boots so I could walk through here; the water came up to the tops of calf-height rain boots.

Today I wore boots so I could walk through here; the water came up to the tops of calf-height rain boots.

The big event of the evening will be another post on our other blog, which I will re-blog over to here by tomorrow morning.

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