Sunday, 16 April 2017
Easter brunch at Salt pub was not on our schedule. We have too much work to do after too few nice days. I was pleased to see our flower bouquet in their announcement.
We figured that a clam tide in the late morning would have the beach approach very crowded, so it was a good day to begin with a bit of shopping at The Basket Case.
Basket Case Greenhouse
Oops, they open at noon on Sundays and we got there at 11:20. Three other vehicles arrived at the same time so Darrell and Roxanne put the open sign out!
We won’t buy annuals till around Mother’s Day, but perennials and tender perennials are good to go now.
On the way to the beach approach, we checked out Veterans Field for signs of an easter egg hunt.
The hunt would begin in an hour. We did not take time to wait and see it.
Then back to the beach approach, where we began with the last of the somewhat open of the 13 sections. All the remaining sections after this are rugosa rose thickets.
With the section done, and the time being not quite four o clock, I had the bright idea that we could do just one more section, the 45 foot long one (instead of the usual 55 footers) that we had skipped when it had had a big puddle on the street side.
Even though we finished it, I was sorry we had started it because I was so very tired and sore by the end.
Allan does the hardest part, swinging the pick to remove rose canes and wheelbarrowing the heavy barrow of weeds off to the long grass. While I used to just lazily dump right at the far edge of the lawn, he insists on humping the loads up and over the little hill so the piles of weeds don’t show.
As we drove away, we saw yet one more banner had been stolen…probably on the same night as the three missing banners that I noticed yesterday.
We were too tired to dump the rose debris at city works so we just took it home. Then the plants from Basket Case needed to be unloaded and watered and that is when I learned that Allan had since yesterday been feeling tired to the point of being queasy.
At age 64 and 62, are we pushing ourselves too hard? But the work needs to be done (and trust me, over the years I’ve tried finding helpers, and no one works in the way that we do except for folks who have set up their own successful gardening businesses).
While weeding that last section today, I had contemplated how I will find it hard to retire from our public gardening jobs (Long Beach and Ilwaco) unless I knew that someone who cared as much as we do would be taking over. Someone who is bothered by every weedy spot and every deadhead. When I give up a private garden, its condition doesn’t bother me because I don’t have to see it again.
What to do?
The short term solution is that rain and 30 mph wind is due tomorrow, and we will take the day off whether or not that forecast comes true.
An even shorter term solution is that Allan took an hour long nap and felt much better.
We will make our next work day something easier than the remaining sections of the beach approach garden (a project that will take us at least three more days, possibly four or five).
Erasing the work board to show that we are over halfway through the approach garden was not as satisfying when I realized I had been pushing both of us too hard.
Some check-ups on jobs, involving deadheading and tidying, would be easier than anything that is on that work board right now.