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Sunday, 21 June 2015

at home

Smokey

Smokey

I find it so sweet that Smokey now sits on the chair closest to my new table while I have breakfast; he sat next to the other table when I would dine there.

I could not get going outside today despite big plans. I had so little energy for gardening that I wrote two blog posts instead, feeling a nagging guilt the whole time because the weather was warm and not terribly windy.  I attribute some of the lack of energy to having heard this morning that Long Beach won’t hire an intern to weed the beach approach. I don’t get it as they have to pay someone to do it, right? So it seems like the remaining ten sections are again hanging over my head like the axe of doom. Or…it just won’t get done. Other than that, I suppose we all need a rest sometimes and I had to take one.  Fortunately, it was the longest day of the year and so even though I did not begin to garden till 4:30, I still had time to put in a good four plus hours.

I ate the Pink Poppy Bakery Swedish Traveling Cake, which I'd forgotten about yesterday, for energy.

I ate the Pink Poppy Bakery Swedish Traveling Cake, which I’d forgotten about yesterday, for energy.

Allan had already helped me enormously by setting up a sprinkler to water the front garden.

front garden lilies

front garden lilies

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pale yellow lilies in bud

pale yellow lilies in bud

Scrophularia variegata (figwort) and a variegated Hellebore

Scrophularia variegata (figwort) and a variegated Hellebore

Lily 'Landini'

Lily ‘Landini’

Lily 'Landini'

Lily ‘Landini’

I had been excited after a rain shower late last week to find the new water bin full…until Allan pointed out it also collected roof water from when we run the oscillating sprinkler.  (Our house is short).

I should have dipped water out before today's sprinkler session.

I should have dipped water out before today’s sprinkler session.

In the back garden, I found two frogs, not Pacific tree frogs but a larger kind (leopard frogs?) hanging out under a piece of driftwood in one of the water boxes.

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I could also see some small tadpoles swimming around, the ones Allan had rescued last weekend.  They are elusive and dive down when observed.

Allan had mowed the lawn earlier in the day.  I watered with the four back garden sprinklers, weeded the former Danger Tree bed and added whatever mulch I had around (not enough!), and then I partially trimmed out the sides of the salmonberry tunnel back in the bogsy woods…

before...forgot to take an after.  And the results were just middling because of lack of energy.

before…forgot to take an after. And the results were just middling because of lack of energy.

Japanese iris by the woodpile at the tunnel entrance

Japanese iris by the woodpile at the tunnel entrance

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I had company in the garden.

I had company in the garden.

Allan went to water the Ilwaco Community Building.  I observed that he does not mind going to work for a bit on a day off, whereas to me, having to work even a bit makes it completely not count as a day off.

Allan's photo: flooding the sad horsetail-y soil at the community building.

Allan’s photo: flooding the sad horsetail-y soil at the community building.

Allan's photo: Brodiaea at the community building.

Allan’s photo: Brodiaea at the community building.

When he returned, he built a campfire.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

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Later in the evening, I got the impulse to completely get rid of that old tricycle piece at the lower right, above; it has slowly disintegrated, and makes it impossible to expand the garden into that area.  It’s gone now.

Near the fire circle:  two beloved plants, Sambucus laciniata from Joy Creek Nursery and Rose 'Radway Sunrise' from Cistus.

Near the fire circle: two beloved plants, Sambucus laciniata from Joy Creek Nursery and Rose ‘Radway Sunrise’ from Cistus.

Walking to and from the house to collect campfire food and drink, I noticed that the vine that Nancy gave me, from Annie’s Annuals, is blooming.  I have completely forgotten its name even though it is a vine I have wanted to grow, so I hope someone can help me ID it.

exciting!

exciting!  Sorry did not get a long shot of the plant.

Paul's Himalayan Musk rose is still blooming over the big west arbour.

Paul’s Himalayan Musk rose is still blooming over the big west arbour.

Then, we settled in for our campfire.

view of the Danger Tree bed I had weeded earlier today.  I want to build the bed up higher now that the tree is just a snag.

view of the Danger Tree bed I had weeded earlier today. I want to build the bed up higher now that the tree is just a snag.

to my left: the bed that I expanded recently.  Quite satisfying to see those ladies in waiting planted.

to my left: the bed that I expanded recently. Quite satisfying to see those ladies in waiting planted.

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At last, a fire, and no wind.  We had hoped for this last night when Kathleen was available to join us.  It has been a couple of windy weeks waiting for a campfire evening.  Tonight was summer solstice, and even though I knew it was the longest light evening of the year, I totally forgot that we should howl and …recite poetry… and other solstice rituals.  We just quietly sat and toasted sausages and had a hard apple cider with lime each.

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lots of wood waiting for future campfires

lots of wood waiting for future campfires

above: trees with no roaring wind; what a delight

above: trees with no roaring wind; what a delight

Monday, 22 June 2015

My plan was to title this post “A lazy day and a busy one” or something like that, as I had expected to do a lot of weeding and pruning at home on Monday (while waiting for the plumber).  And then….because the next six days will be tremendously busy…I completely skived off and read the brand new book in a series that I love: The Seaside Knitters.  How could I resist?  It had come from the library, and if I did not read it today I would only have time for small bits of reading later in the week.  That is no way to read a mystery.

ahhhhh.....

ahhhhh…..

Mary immediately saw that it was going to be a good day for her, as well.

Mary immediately saw that it was going to be a good day for her, as well.

She made a good book rest.

She made a good book rest.

I love this series so much that I wrote a special blog post about it, and when I have time I have some new descriptive details about the fictional town of Sea Harbor to add to that post.  Despite an unusual number of murders, the town is idyllic, and even more so is the friendship among the women who comprise the core characters.  It is possible to find friends like that, and rare, and they should be treasured.  (I can guarantee that none of them would tolerate mean girl shenanigans any more than they tolerate unsolved murders.)

During that time, the plumber came and Allan dealt with the whole interlude so that I got to just keep reading.  He was being much more productive than me and had painted some posts and an old door for an upcoming project.

Allan's photo: He also scraped and repainted an old door that is one of the deer fence gates.

Allan’s photo: He also scraped and repainted an old door that is one of the deer fence gates.

I did not rush through my book despite my usual feelings of garden guilt, so I was not outside until after five.  (A sunny but not too hot day reading indoors is not as purely pleasurable as a winter day….)  In the following three hours, I managed to accomplish some weeding, some watering (including watering can applications from the full rain barrel), picked some strawberries and blueberries, and tied about twenty more tall bamboo stakes to the fence wherever I thought the deer might be jumping over.

bamboo stakes ready to go

bamboo stakes ready to go

evening light

evening light

reseeded Nigella (love in a mist)

under the rose arbor

deep blue nigella

deep blue nigella (love in a mist) reseeded from last year

looking south over the water boxes

looking south over the water boxes

a pretty annual given to me by Teresa from The Planter Box

a pretty yellow annual given to me by Teresa from The Planter Box

tall bamboo stakes in place

more tall bamboo stakes in place

looking south

looking south

looking southwest

looking southwest

Cosmos 'Antiquity'

Cosmos ‘Antiquity’

This daylily is a keeper.

This daylily is a keeper.

This evening I pulled a lot of bindweed off the backside of this area: East side of bogsy woods.

This evening I pulled a lot of bindweed off the backside of this area: East side of bogsy woods.

Salvia 'Hot Lips' came back from last year.

Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ came back from last year.

Cyperus in the water boxes

Cyperus ‘King Tut’ in the water boxes

While I had a couple of productive hours in the garden, Allan went out to water the Ilwaco planters and street trees, so again it was not a true day off for him.  I find that a shame.  I think it bothers me more than it bothers him to see him have to go to work instead of having a real two day weekend.

We finished the day with the Johnny Cash biopic, Walk the Line.  In one scene, June Carter uses the phrase “a hitch in your giddyup”, which is sort of cosmic because I just heard and adopted “hitch in your getalong” last week.

Tomorrow:  the north end jobs come early this week.  I am hoping, oh so fervently hoping, that the Long Beach planters will hold out till Wednesday and will not need watering tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 9 August 2014

After we toured the vintage trailer rally at the Sou’wester Lodge, we went to the Saturday Market briefly. I had given up on the idea of two days off without leaving my property (having been lured out by the trailers) so I went along and stopped by the Ilwaco Hospitality Center to see an art exhibit by the daughter of our friend Don Nisbett.

Brandie Nisbett's art exhibit

Brandie Nisbett’s art exhibit

The sunflower tile appealed to me and I am not sure why I did not just buy it.  Perhaps it is for sale in Don's art gallery.

The sunflower tile appealed to me and I am not sure why I did not just buy it. Perhaps it is for sale in Don’s art gallery.

at the market, some garden decor

at the market, some garden decor

and a lily purchase

and a lily purchase

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

fresh veg from De Asis farm

fresh veg from De Asis farm (Allan’s photo)

and from Blue Coast Farm

and from Blue Coast Farm (Allan’s photo)

Pink Poppy Bakery was not there today; fortunately, we knew that in advance so no disappointment ensued.

On the way home, Allan photographed one of the classic old boats in the boat storage yard.

On the way home, Allan photographed one of the classic old boats in the boat storage yard.

The excursions had taken a big chunk out of the day. I forced myself to weed in the front garden, a difficult task because the wind was extremely annoying…quite cold and from the north at about 25 mph. Passersby on Lake Street marveled at how windy it was.

Allan decided to empty out two of the compost bins, mostly created with kitchen scraps from Olde Towne Café (when I regularly mention that we are switching compost buckets).

inside one of the compost bins (Allan's photo)

inside one of the compost bins (Allan’s photo)

delicious stuff

delicious stuff

He got it into buckets and I spread it around, hoping the smell would go away by the following evening when we intended to have a campfire.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

While I continued to weed, Allan did a bit of work (watered Larry and Robert’s garden, five doors down) and did some painting on an old boat (I call it the picnic cooler because it is made out of styrofoam) and then drove up the Peninsula to get a look at possible launch places for boating. He checked out Island Lake, which is to the east of Loomis Lake.

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His conclusion: “It’s a paddling lake, not a sailing lake, so I would take the styrofoam boat; it looked like I could see from one end to the other, and it is surrounded by woods. It looked bigger on the map.”

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Meanwhile, I got a big pot out of this space:

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I have turned this area over to Allan for additional space for his garden.

and had put the pot here, with Melianthus major 'Antenow's Blue' in it, after removing a volunteer forsythia shrub.

and had put the pot here, with Melianthus major ‘Antenow’s Blue’ in it, after removing a volunteer forsythia shrub.

I saw a Melianthus grown pretty successfully in a pot at Floramagoria in Portland, so here’s hoping. I had carried it around hopelessly a couple of weeks ago and could not find a good spot for it at ground level. I pulled enough weeds in the back garden to fill the garbage can and covered some odiferous compost with some soil energy mulch, because we were expecting company.

Luanne from Olde Towne arrived at 6 PM and we had a lovely campfire and hot dogs and some coal-baked corn.

evening light on the garden from my campfire seat

evening light on the garden from my campfire seat

me and Luanne (Allan's photo, of course)

me and Luanne (Allan’s photo, of course)

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The wind had been tiresome during the day and continued to be so in the evening; at least it was not as bad as Saturday and did not make our evening impossible. Luanne and I had both heard the same thing from our dads: “Smoke follows beauty.”

the garden in evening

the garden in evening

towering lilies

towering lilies

I told Luanne that I had thought of maybe putting the fire area closer to the house; she said it was nice having it in the far back garden because it really felt more like camping.

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We should have fires more often.

We should and could have fires more often.

Luanne went home at dark because she is an early riser, and then the super moon arose.

over Jared and Jessika's house to our east...

over Jared and Jessika’s house to our east…

over the greenhouse...

over the greenhouse…

over the lilies in the back garden...

over the lilies in the back garden…

Back in the house, I said to Allan that I had been thinking…since he is 61 and a half and I am 59 and a half…that maybe we should start taking four day weekends. We probably can’t do it during annuals planting he…. time, and we probably can’t do it during bulb planting time, but surely now through bulb time we might manage it. We may regret it financially in the future, said I, but the very prospect of more time off made him light up like the sun.

The watering schedule makes it so we can’t really count on three days off, as we have to water Long Beach and Ilwaco planters about every third day and must work on resort and town gardens toward the end of the week so they look good for the weekend. Still, even if the three days are not always in a row, it would sure be a wonderful change.

 

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