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Tuesday, 9 August 2016

I woke to puddles.  The good amount of rain had changed up our week by making it unnecessary to water the Long Beach and Ilwaco planters.  I was a little discombulated about what to do, then decided the world would not be too rocked if we did the north end jobs on Tuesday instead of Wednesday.  My dithering got us off to a late start.  Just before we left the house, I suggested we take a cat carrier in case Marilyn’s cat, Skooter, would be available.  Our plan is to adopt him so he can have a home with a garden to enjoy. (You’ll find his name spelled two ways for awhile till I get used to the K.)

On the way we tested the container soil in both LB and Ilwaco and found it nice and wet.

We reversed the polarity of the neutron flow and went from south to north, doing only some of the jobs in case we ended up with a cat in the late afternoon and would need to bring him straight home.

The Anchorage

We were greeted by our good friend Mitzu.

We were greeted by our good friend Mitzu.

Mitzu

Mitzu

the center courtyard

the center courtyard

Melianthus major

Melianthus major

I spent a long time weeding in a rather drab little bed that didn’t feel worth a photo.  Maybe next week, if I mulch it, it will be worthy.

Klipsan Beach Cottages

the lawn bed with Shasta daisies that did not need much deadheading

the lawn bed with Shasta daisies that did not need much deadheading

inside the fenced garden with Persicaria 'Golden Arrow'

inside the fenced garden with Persicaria ‘Golden Arrow’

looking northwest toward the sit spot

looking northwest toward the sit spot

the birdbath view

the birdbath view

pink feathery sanguisorba just past its prime

pink feathery sanguisorba just past its prime

many hues of hydrangea

many hues of hydrangea

Allan worked on the woodland swale.

Allan's photos, before...

Allan’s photos, before…

and after

and after

Crocosmia 'Lucifer' flopping, before....

Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ flopping, before….

and after

and after

our good friend Bella

our good friend Bella

As we left KBC after an hour of weeding and deadheading, I got a message from Nancy saying that she was at Marilyn’s house and would have Skooter ready for us to take.

Marilyn’s Garden

With dear Marilyn having passed away, her house will soon be listed for sale. A home has been found for the most affectionate of Marilyn’s two cats, Coral.  Because the home has children, it would not be suitable for Skooter, who liked “affection on his own terms” and probably would not relish being toted around by kind hearted and loving little girls.  This photo of him with Marilyn’s daughter Susan shows that he does like affection, within reason.

Susan and Scooter

Susan and Scooter (Allan’s photo)

We did a quick weeding session before loading Skooter into the cat carrier (accomplished by Susan and Allan with one escape attempt when the door did not close correctly).

so poignant to see Marilyn's begonias

so poignant to see Marilyn’s begonias

looking north

looking north

Helianthus 'Lemon Queen' and Helenium 'Feuersiegel'

Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ and Helenium ‘Feuersiegel’

Phygelius

Phygelius

By next year, another gardener (I hope!) will be keeping the phygelius within bounds, or it will be all over the place.

from the back porch; I must clip noxious bronze fennel before it goes to seed.

from the back porch; I must clip noxious bronze fennel (left) before it goes to seed.

looking north; I will miss recording these weekly views.

looking north; I will miss recording these weekly views.

There were some tears when we were ready to take Skooter; Nancy is happy he is going with someone he knows, and sad to see him go.  Her own cat would simply not accept a new addition to the household.  He did not yowl the whole way to Ilwaco as some cats might have.

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Here he is at home, not ready to come out of the box yet.

Here he is at home, not ready to come out of the carrier box yet.

Because getting him was a last minute arrangement (instead of having Nancy bring him on Thursday), Allan got busy and hammered a board over the cat door that leads out from the second bathroom.  That will be his sanctuary room till he is ready to meet the other cats and go outside.  Wire mesh was installed at the bottom of my study door that has a cat “tunnel” at the base.  When Scooter comes out into that room, he will be able to look but not engage with the other cats yet.  (Two days later, with separation still in place, I got a suggestion of covering that view for now until the hissing stops.  So far, all the hissing is on Scooter’s part.)

Scooter's eye view tonight of the cat tunnel covered with screen.

Scooter’s eye view tonight of the cat tunnel covered with screen.  (Allan’s photo)

He has toys, litter, food, water, and his three platform cat tower.  I felt sad when I found him half an hour later hiding in the very back of the bathroom closet.  Poor fellow.  If only we could talk about it, person to person.  (Sometimes that doesn’t work with people, though.)  Because various articles advised leaving a cat alone to explore its new sanctuary, I felt ok about keeping our dinner engagement.

Our weekly meeting of the North Beach Garden Gang was on a different night this week because of the schedule of Dave and Melissa (Sea Star Gardening), so with Skooter all situated in his hidey hole, we met them at the nearby

Salt Hotel Pub

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

the view from our table

the view from our table

A Sea Cucumber sounded perfect...

A Sea Cucumber sounded perfect…

and so it was, especially the chili salt rim.

and so it was, especially the chili salt rim.

I had been craving the delicious tuna melt...

I had been craving the delicious tuna melt…

and the potato leek soup.

and the potato leek soup.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

nachos for Dave, Melissa, and Allan

Nachos were the choice for Dave, Melissa, and Allan

The downstairs social room is where folks who cannot climb the stairs can dine. That will be me this December if I get my knee done.

The downstairs social room is where folks who cannot climb the stairs can dine. That will be me this December if I get my knee done.

The owners, Jules and Laila, also operate Skookum Surf lessons and rentals from the hotel.

The owners, Jules and Laila, also operate Skookum Surf lessons and rentals from the hotel.

Back at home, I was relieved to find Skooter out of his hidey hole and ensconced on his cat tower.

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I was even more relieved that he did not meow all night and keep us awake.  I had been anxious about losing sleep.  I look forward to the transition being over, the cats accepting each other (I do so fervently hope), and life being placid again. I had not realized till the process began how much anxiety it would cause me to introduce a new cat to our comfortable ménage.

The only entry for this date in my mother’s garden diaries is one word, for August 9, 1997:  HOT.

 

 

 

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Monday, 23 May 2016

Ilwaco

During gardening season, picking up our mail always involves a bit of weeding and deadheading at our volunteer garden at the post office.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

post office garden

post office garden

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allium albopilosum

Allium albopilosum

pink California poppies

pink California poppies

We drove to the fire station to check on the water needs of the planter there, which is under the eaves and gets no rain.  I looked again at the garden areas that I keep thinking of taking over as a volunteer…especially now that we have been fired (or I suppose I could say REPLACED) at Golden Sands and therefore have an extra two hours a week.  I walked all round looking for a hose faucet and found none anywhere near the gardens, except for one down in a hole in the sidewalk that is turned off.  The lack of water, and the thought that I might be crazy to take on a new project while needing a new knee, put the kibosh on the idea for now…along with the fact that it is getting late to transplant free plants.

one of the areas that calls out to me...north wall, under wide eaves...

one of the areas that calls out to me…north wall, under wide eaves…

and the other...southwest corner, sunny

and the other…southwest corner, sunny

The station deserves a volunteer garden because the firefighters themselves are volunteers.

We did a bit of weeding at Time Enough Books (Allan's photo)

We did a bit of weeding at Time Enough Books (Allan’s photo)

and some weeding and planting at the Community Building, which got some Sedum 'Autumn Joy' starts and a couple of sanguisorbas that had come out of my garden to make room for my mom's copper rose.

and some weeding and planting at the Community Building, which got some Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ starts and a couple of sanguisorbas that had come out of my garden to make room for my mom’s copper rose. (Allan’s photo)

free plants going in

free plants going in

Long Beach

Today was the first day for liquid fertilizing of the Long Beach planters.

As we secured an excellent parking spot by Fifth Street Park, my eyes zoomed in on something that really bugged me.

Do you notice what is wrong?

Do you notice what is wrong?

The old lavender in the planter kitty corner, that I had cut back to improve traffic sight lines earlier this spring, is so dead inside.  So ugly.  I planted another small lavender in front of it in hopes of hiding the horror.  I can’t wait, so I asked Allan if he could dig the big old one out after he did his portion of the watering rounds.

lavender on left is glaringly hideous

lavender on left is glaringly hideous

In the first planter that I watered, I found half of the Lollipop lilies broken off.

What happened here?

What happened here?

I just philosophically picked them up and threw them out.  Now the planter is all out of symmetry.

Lilies remain on the other side.

Lilies remain on the other side.

This is one of the planters with a planting scheme left over from volunteer days, with an aggressively running rose that is too vigorous for the planter (beautiful right now when in its once-blooming stage).  I don’t plant lilies in the planters because their foliage, while dying back, is unattractive.  To have them broken off just in full bud is a darn shame.  Oh well!

Right about that time, Todd drove by and called out “You guys rock!”.  That was nice.

Also nice: I had unearthed a pair of my favourite clippers, the ones Fred Meyer stopped carrying.

Also nice: I had unearthed a pair of my favourite clippers, the ones Fred Meyer stopped carrying.  I wish I could find these to buy somewhere.

a Long Beach planter (Allan's photo)

a Long Beach planter (Allan’s photo)

In Fish Alley, I came upon the city crew hard at work making a big sandbox.  There will be sand castles built here by expert builders every weekend this summer.

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Parks Manager Mike driving the back hoe.

Parks Manager Mike driving the back hoe.

While bucket watering the four barrels in Fish Alley, I discovered that the two barrels at the west end of the alley had once again had every edging plant stolen. I told Mike it’s not from lack of trying that those barrels look blah.  One of the crew pointed out that all the lower light bulbs on the poles at the alley entrance had been stolen.  You can see the results in the first photo of the crew, above, and below.

light bulbs almost all gone!

light bulbs almost all gone!

This is not a crazy crime ridden town.  Yet things like this are so frustrating.  I told the crew that I had just had a brainstorm:  I am going to stuff the back two barrels with Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ which is easily replaced with divisions if the plants get stolen.  It is the perfect plant for that: drought tolerant, so divisible, and yet not invasive or impolite toward other plants.  No more special plants for whomever is repeatedly stealing there.

Outside Wind World Kites, I joined in on petting the Mighty Quinn, whose tail never stopped wagging.  Quinn is so big and only two years old.

Quinn and the Kite Guy

Quinn and the Kite Guy

Quinn’s predecessor was a good friend of Tank, the kite shop mascot dog, and after Tank died of old age, his buddy used to check out Tank’s “office” in the back of the shop to see if maybe Tank was there.

Tank in his office

my very good friend Tank in his office, years ago

Allan finished watering and accomplished his lavender removal project.  His photos:

before

before

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He moved the new small lavender into the space.

He moved the new small lavender into the space.

after

after

I’d like to redo that whole planter and get the curly teucrium and Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ out of it—both too invasive—but not this spring.

Allan's photo by Hungry Harbor Grille

Allan’s photo by Hungry Harbor Grille

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Walking by the park on Third Street reminded me that Mike had asked me to prune the hydrangeas by the bench.  After watering, Allan and I parked by there and did so.

after pruning. The hydrangeas had been blossoming through the back and seat of the bench.

after pruning. The hydrangeas had been blossoming through the back and seat of the bench.

A fellow smoking by the fence told me he had picked some flowers (rhododendrons, I believe) from the park and then felt he had done something wrong.  I was touched by his confession and gave him the hydrangea flowers I had needed to cut.  He was ever so pleased.

At the back of the park: aegepodium. DO NOT ever plant it! and tall fireweed. I left the fireweed, remembering that in the UK it goes by the lovely name rosebay willowherb.

At the back of the park: aegepodium. DO NOT ever plant it! and tall fireweed. I left the fireweed, remembering that in the UK it goes by the lovely name rosebay willowherb and is much admired.

Allan bucket watering the stage planters at Veterans Field

Allan bucket watering the stage planters at Veterans Field

We have a lot of little things to remember to do in Long Beach in order to keep plants alive and happy.

Eschscholzia californica 'White Linen' and Salvia 'May Night' in vet field corner garden

Eschscholzia californica ‘White Linen’ and Salvia ‘May Night’ in vet field corner garden

We had saved the northern two blocks of planter fertilizing till late afternoon.  I took a break  to go into NIVA green and get some more photos for the shop’s Facebook page.

front window, NIVA green

front window, NIVA green

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Heather Ramsay’s lamps

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a seat for a miniature garden

a seat for a miniature garden

doggies

doggies

Heather has the most artistic selection of greeting cards around.  I had a birthday gift certificate from Todd burning a hole in my wallet and I decided a wide selection of cards would be the perfect things to spend it on.

owl card

owl card

many choices throughout the shop

many choices throughout the shop

Allan's photo by Dennis Company

Allan’s photo by Dennis Company

Back to Fifth Street Park Allan and I went to get some Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’.  I planted all the rest of my sweet pea seeds, tired of packets floating around the house with just a few seeds in each.  It is crazy late to plant, I know.

looking toward the NE quadrant of Fifth Street Park

looking toward the NE quadrant of Fifth Street Park

When I took the above photo, I did not even remember that it was the planter whose lilies had been broken off on the north side.  That’s because I was being all philosophical about plant damage today.

Fifth Street Park, NW corner

Fifth Street Park, NW corner

Phlomis fruticosa (Jerusalem sage) (Allan's photo)

Phlomis fruticosa (Jerusalem sage) and the first lily (Allan’s photo)

We dumped our debris and got some soil from the city yard and went to Fish Alley to replant the stripped out two barrels.

Sedum 'Autumn Joy' on the move (Allan's photo)

Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ on the move (Allan’s photo)

Fish Alley replanting (Allan's photo)

Fish Alley replanting (Allan’s photo)

Because we still had time in our day, we went to the Bolstad approach to remove some of the clover that had turned out to have boring, lax white flowers.

the silver Pacific Ocean, end of the Bolstad approach (Allan's photo)

the silver Pacific Ocean, end of the Bolstad approach (Allan’s photo)

clover attack

clover attack

before (Allan's photo)

before (Allan’s photos)

and after

and after

I worked on pulling grasses from among the roses.  As I approached the nearby planter, I let out a bellow and all thoughts of being philosophical flew away.

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

That hole marks where a brand new perfectly shaped santolina had been planted within the past month, to match its brother on the other side of the planter.

Now its brother is all alone.

Now its brother is all alone.

utterly maddening

utterly maddening

The fairy door at the base of the planter had not protected it nor had the little green soldier that Allan found in the planter itself.

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I looked around to make sure no tourists or children were nearby and then let out a string of swearing and imprecations against plant thieves.  To anyone looking from the distant hotel windows, I must have looked like a cartoon character hopping about and waving my arms in rage.

hopping mad!!

hopping mad!!

This is why the beach approach planters look so sparse.  I plant repeatedly, and choice new additions are repeatedly stolen.  I suspect it might be just one person, maybe the same one also stealing in Fish Alley, who is furnishing quite a nice little garden somewhere.  I have no idea who.  Someone who knows good plants and only takes the choicest ones. Perhaps they think I will just replace the plant.  Well, no, because now every nursery on the Peninsula is sold out of it.  I found a small specimen of a different santolina cultivar at ground level, where I had stuck in some cuttings earlier this year.

It would have been swamped by resprouting roses anyway.

It would have been swamped by resprouting roses anyway.

into the planter it goes...maybe won't be stolen as is not impressive.

into the planter it goes…maybe won’t be stolen as is not impressive.

On the other side of the sidewalk, I noticed that someone had stolen one of the fairy doors, breaking it off in the process of prying it from the driftwood.

gone!

gone!

Wendy Murry had sent me this photo of it on May 15th.

Wendy Murry had sent me this photo of it on May 15th.

All thoughts of being philosophical had disappeared and I was back to being a crabby gardener.

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The Crabby Gardener by Don Nisbett, an art idea suggested, oddly enough, by someone who knows me.

In better news:  The beach approach was so easy to weed now that we got two sections done in less than an hour and stopped work at the eight hour day mark.

It should be easy to do a weeding of the rest of the approach, maybe just a one day job.

It should be easy to do a weeding of the rest of the approach, maybe just a one day job.

at home

the garden at 8 PM

the garden at 8 PM

I moved my kitty statue from near the greenhouse over to Mary’s grave after suddenly realizing how much it looks like Mary.

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Mary herself

Mary herself

Rose 'Mary Rose' planted on her grave

Rose ‘Mary Rose’ planted on her grave

Mary Rose, picked for a closer look

Mary Rose, picked for a closer look

and to float in my mom's birdbath

and to float in my mom’s birdbath


Ginger’s Garden Diaries

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from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

On this day in 1995, my father went into the hospital with a heart problem.  The diary entries from May 23 through June of that year will appear in one post at the end of this month.

1997 (age 73):

May 23:  Don [her neighbor helping get ready for a garage sale] 12:00-3:00.  We sorted the rest of the boxes from garage shelves.  I found some pink dishes that might match Skyler’s dishes and several pieces of colored glass to put on kitchen shelf over sink.  Sorted through flower seeds for ones to direct seed.

1998 (age 74):

May 23: Cool wet dreary—too lousy weather to go outside so I planted seeds—for several hours.  I keep switching trays between heating mats on the card table and Floralight.  The Jazz swept the Lakers.

 

 

 

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Sunday, 27 March 2016

I slept till all hours, getting a good nine hours.  If I lived alone, I think it would have been more like 11 but it’s embarrassing to sleep well into the afternoon.  A medium strong gusty wind and rain would have prevented work till after noon anyway.  Allan suggested he go to his own particular gardening job and I thought I might weed in my own garden.

Ilwaco Community Building

Although I advise and sometimes help out, Allan has taken on this garden for the past year as his own project.

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before: His target was the reseeding wild lupins (the boring pale blue kind) and the kinnikinnick

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closeup: After removing large ones last fall, new seedlings are rampant.

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Bindweed is also pernicious in these beds.

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after

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room for some poppies, perhaps

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an early allium emerging

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caught in a squall

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tulips

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Meanwhile, at home:

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Smokey was not eager to go outside.

I  went out, intending to weed in the front garden out of the wind, only to find the cold wind was everywhere.

I had opened a late birthday present from dear absent friend Sharon, and I placed something from it out in the garden.  I can’t show you a photo yet because I want to see if Allan notices it.

That was about all I accomplished except for a few photos before the wind and a rain squall sent me back indoors.

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one of Allan’s ferns

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a “black” hellebore

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I do not tire of Acanthus ‘Hollard’s Gold’

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My unrealized goal had been to get the “stinkweed”, a rampant, smelly mint relative (native, wild) out of this northeast front corner.

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Pieris, bright new leaves but no flowers

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Another area I WOULD have weeded…

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an unplanned colour echo

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I should remember to plant more orange and gold tulips near that Japanese maple.

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from outside the fence, in the rain

If I walked by, I would stop and stare into this garden…and often from the window, I see people doing just that.

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Tulip sylvestris

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an excellent bergenia

I walked just as far as the back patio, no further near the trees because of the wind.

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Smokey did follow me outside.

I took a panorama, although it looks a little tilted in the middle.  I’ll do better next time:

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With the rain and the lure of two almost overdue library books, I was happy to go back indoors.  Even when the rain stopped again, and the sun was out, the sound of the gusty wind soothed my non-weeding guilt.  I had some deep, intellectual reading to do:

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Somehow Calvin briefly replaced Smokey on my lap.

Calvin is always noticeable as a lap sitter because he makes himself heavier than the other cats and his feet are hard and pokey unlike the soft paws of other kitties.

After the quick read of the Star Wars prequel (not bad at all!), I considered every photo in Bystander, a book about street photography that was heavy with text that did not much appeal to me.  Now both can go back to the library before becoming overdue.

I turned next to a book that I had recently purchased, having been reminded of it by someone quoting one of my favourite passages about gardening: “People go through five stages of gardening. They begin by liking flowers, progress to flowering shrubs, then autumn foliage and berries; next they go for leaves, and then the undersides of leaves.”

Here is the entire passage:

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That reminds me of a cherished tiny bun of a dianthus that grows in the Wiegardt Gallery garden:

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the slowly growing Dianthus mat that I hoped to snick a piece of for my scree garden

It has the tiniest, drabbest little flowers but oh how I loved it.  I tried to move a little piece to my garden; it did not take.

Getting enough sleep (for a change) and reading three books (well…two…because just looking at the pictures in Bystander did not count) made for an excellent day.  Knowing some work got done (not by me) made it even better.

I’ve added a new scrapbook post over on my Grandma blog.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries

gdiaries

from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1995 (age 70):

March 27: Planted new Stark Bros strawberries.  They really looked good from being put in straight mushroom compost.

1997 (age 72):

March 27:  Planted seeds—cabbages, leeks, more peppers in 50 cell tray.  Tomatoes in one of the APS trays are big enough to transplant into pots.  I’ll wait till its warm enough to do it outside.  Ditto with sprouted begonias.

1998 (age 73):

March 27:  I have been waking up with morning headaches lately but today it was a migraine.  I stayed in bed most of the day.  By late afternoon I felt ok.  [She had suffered terribly from migraines 2-3 times a month till she was over 60 years old, when they became just occasional.]

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Sunday, 20 March 2016

After attending the Quilt Show, I spent the day sorting through my photos from 2012-13 for the first memorial post for Mary Cat. It took a very long time as I deleted many the photo from my computer.  I certainly do not need every before and after photo of jobs we no longer do.

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evening: my Todd birthday bouquet still looked fabulous.

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Monday, 21 March 2016

I spent the day doing the same project of deleting photos and making the Mary memorial with photos from 2014-16.  It was cathartic, with the gratifying side effect of deleting about 4000 photos in all.

Allan helped out by unpacking my birthday plants for me….

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Lovely Asphodeline.

and running errands…

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Cow Wow! mulch in the rain at Jo’s, when he went to pick up mulch money.

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deadheading at Long Beach City Hall

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zombie bouquet and Renee O’Connor sidewalk tile

Smokey sat right next to me watching me make the blog post.

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He sort of fell asleep.

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Today was my appointment with a knee doctor in Astoria.

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beautiful clouds on our way across the Astoria Megler bridge

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Allan’s photo; he said I looked “small entering the big building.”

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knee doctor exam room art

The kindly doctor said my right knee has severe degenerative arthritis and is collapsing, that it is genetic and not unusual to have one knee much worse than the other (the left one is pretty fine still).  There is no temporary fix so I need a complete knee replacement.  I was not surprised.  He said that he has replaced many the knee for women in their 50s.  I told him that friends advise me to go to Rebound in Portland (because the basket ball team gets treated there) and that I DO NOT WANT to because going to the city 2.5 hours a way would just add to my stress and anxiety.  (And I don’t care about basketball although I am sure the players get great medical care.) He said he is an excellent surgeon with much experience and the very best of knees on offer, so I will be glad to be able to have it done in Astoria.  I am hoping to wait till November, though, somehow hobbling through another gardening year, as I cannot afford to lose three months of income.  Yes, he says the recovery time will be THREE MONTHS of not gardening. (My mind reels.)  THREE.  Maybe because he will also be straightening my leg. When he said something about “soft tissue”, I tuned out.  I also will probably not look at the knee replacement youtube video he told me about.

Late November through late February would just be doable for NOT GARDENING.  I like to think that the doc was impressed with my pain tolerance.  At least he did not pressure me, but he did advise me to give them two months notice for when I decide, and to call him if I can’t take the pain anymore.  He seemed amused when I told him I have such a bad case of ostrich syndrome that I have not pursued the results of last week’s MRI, since “each day of ignorant bliss is precious.”  (Surely I’d have gotten a phone call if at death’s door?)

I am reassured because I know Mr. Tootlepedal got through a knee replacement and says he has a fine new knee and is bicycling many many miles (although all I want to do is walk a couple of miles again).  My first memories of my grandma include her being in knee pain daily (affected by cold weather, which mine is not) with her knees wrapped in ace bandages daily.  She would have been just about my present age.  Would that this technology of knee replacement had been available to her in the 1960s.

I would have liked for Allan and I to stay in Astoria for a nice lunch with a view on the riverfront.  Ideally followed by a long and vigorous walk on the River Walk (next year?).  With the weather too fine and the following three days having rain and wind predicted, I felt the pressure of work so back to the peninsula we went.

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view from the bridge going back

Penttila’s Chapel

I had recently added Penttila’s Chapel (a mortuary, not a church) garden to the spring clean up list.  I’d been thinking of passing the job on to Sea Star Gardening (Dave and Melissa) until I realized the job still has sentiment for me.  Allan and I helped install the garden with Dan’s partner, Wayne (his choice of plants, mostly), while my mother’s body was in the mortuary.  Although that sounds macabre, if you knew my mother, you’d know she’d have gotten a kick out that.  However, when mortician Dan drove up, I did give him Dave and Mel’s card for his own personal garden clean up.

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before

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3.25 hours later

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I think it very strange to have McDonald’s across the street from a mortuary/crematorium.  (When I moved here, there was no national chain restaurant on the peninsula, and McD’s is still the only one.)

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after

Allan’s befores and afters:

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lots of sorrel in amongst the beach strawberries

I would love to clip back that lithodora after it flowers.  I loathe that stuff!  However, cutting it back after it blooms would expose some plastic liner that Wayne installed and I forgot to ask Dan if I could remove the upper part of the liner.

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after

I added some Flanders Field poppy seeds because they seem appropriate for remembrance; I hope they take.

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I cannot erase this off the work board yet as we still need to weed on the right of the front garden.

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After (ish): At least I got the sword ferns cut.

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finishing touches

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lots of annoying little weeds, mostly sorrel, to haul off.

MaryBeth had stopped by while we were weeding and given me some garden decorations.  When told of the knee results, she commented that she had seen my right leg go out more and more sideways (the result of “collapsing”) in “the past two years”.  That’s what I had told the doc, and he had expressed surprise it could happen in just two years….apparently so.  Before that, I think limping around was the only evidence.  (“Are you limping?” I was often asked, as was my former partner Robert who had had polio as a child.)

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lovely new tree baubles from MaryBeth

Allan found a beetle hanging out on the fence post, “with a spider and some tater bugs” and brought me this photo.  He said it was lady bug size (and then added, “No, a foot long.” I could not ID it, but, with help from a Facebook friend, I now know it is Calligrapha multipunctata – Common Willow Calligrapha (wonderful name).

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Calligrapha multipunctata – Common Willow Calligrapha

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Smokey and Frosty in the same chair

Wednesday, 23 March, 2016

I woke early, all anxious about perhaps having to cross the bridge during winter storms for 2X a week physical therapy after knee surgery in late November.  I called the doc’s office and was reassured I will be able to do the physical therapy at the PT place in Ilwaco.  So happy!

When I emerged into the living room, I found Smokey and Frosty cuddled up, and that made me even happier.

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I woke them up.

A kind card came with a thoughtful and reassuring message from the vet who treated their mother, Mary, last week.

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with Smokey sitting on the card.

Writing about the quilt show absorbed the stormy day, because I wanted to type out each of my favourite quilters’ description of their quilts.

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Frosty and Smokey, making me happy

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another day from the birthday bouquet

And now…to catch up on the Tootlepedal blog.  Here is an appropriate photo from the recent quilt show:

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For those who are interested, I’ve published another set of old scrapbook pictures over on Grandma’s Scrapbooks.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries

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from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1997 (age 72):

March 20:  Took all the branches that were on the wood box off but couldn’t lift it.  I pulled it partway off.  There is a lot of small (kindling) branches on top of some old wood.  I’ll keep burning wood in shed as its easier to get to and it burns good.

March 21:  Worked 2 1/2 hours weeding strawberry rows.  That plant that spews its hard seeds is in bloom so I’d better get them pulled before they go to seed.  [She must mean shotweed.]

March 22:  5 hours.  Finished weeding regular strawberry bed.  I now need to cut off the runners and move the daughter plants back into the rows—then plant the new Raintree plants (100).  The berries over by the asparagus bed aren’t as weedy as the main bed.

March 23:  I’m surprised that I’m not stiff and sore from over 5 hours sitting on my stool while weeding berries.

1998 (age 73):

March 20:  Beautiful day!  Well I started planting tomatoes with card table set up and planted about 8 hours mostly tomatoes.  I have 8 1/2 flats full.  I used the 9 part square pots mostly new pots.  I’m hoping that planting in the 9 section pot will enable me to get the seedlings out without root damage when I repot them.  Tomorrow I have to figure out where to put all these trays.

March 21: It was raining all day so I continued planting veggie seeds, then I saw the “SEED” sign on a metal box in the closet and found more veggie seeds.  Most are old old seeds.  I’ll plant some but I think I’ll just throw them out in the fall as a cover crop.

March 23:  It rained hard until late afternoon.  I moved some of the begonia trays so I could put some tomato trays under lights.  I also have them in bathroom fluorescent and on kitchen card table (with two heat pads under them).  I haven’t planted any flower seeds yet because I don’t know where to put them.

 

 

 

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Mary, 2014-15

In memory of Mary, our red tabby cat, mother of Frosty and Smokey.  The family of three joined our household when their guy, Terry, died of lung cancer.  Terry, a Vietnam vet who lived in a trailer in the court next door to our old house, had become our friend when he walked his two old dogs up our road.  His dogs, Annie and Jasmine, predeceased him.  His last wish was that he would take his beloved kitties.

They had been feral when Terry took them in.  (Maybe he took in Mary as a pregnant mother to be.) They spent most of their well-loved adult lives as indoor cats inside his old motor home.  When they moved in with us, they soon learned the joy of being in a garden.

Mary, who passed away from lung cancer on March 18th, 2016, was a round ball of purrs with very short legs and a rolling gait.  She and her son Smokey were especially bonded and spent many hours snoozing together, as you will see in this gallery of photos.  Both of them liked to snuggle on my lap for book and movie time.  Mary is the one without a collar on; her sons wear BirdsBeSafe collars.

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1-20-14, with Frosty

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1-20-14; a rambunctious dog had come to visit.

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1-27-14, with Smokey

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1-30-14, Smokey, Mary, Frosty

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2-7-14, with Calvin and Frosty

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2-22-24, with Smokey

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4-19-14 on the front porch

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4-29-14; all the cats loved Nora’s warm driveway next door.

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5-5-14, being followed by Onyx from next door

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6-28-14, all four cats, including Calvin (the black one)

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1-17-15; Mary especially enjoyed the lap time of my six week long winter reading staycation.

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2-3-15; it was the winter of Kate Llewellyn books, mail ordered from Australia

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2-5-15, excellent author recommended by a blog reader

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2-20-15, with Smokey

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2-20-15 (CALVIN, the black cat, is the naughty boy who scratched my chair!)

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2-21-15, Frosty, Smokey, Mary

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4-17-15, Frosty, Smokey, Mary

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5-10-15, Smokey and Mary lounging on the driveway next doorway

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5-17-15, cats on Nora’s driveway (Allan’s photo, Mary, right)

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7-22-15 (Allan’s photo)

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12-1-15, staycation begins again

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12-8-15, last book by my favourite author

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2-13-16, with Calvin (right)

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3-17-16, at the vet

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3-17-16 (Allan’s photo, the last one of Mary)

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3-21-16, Smokey watches me make this blog entry about Mary.

 

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Mary in 2012 and 2013

In memory of Mary, our red tabby cat, mother of Frosty and Smokey.  The family of three joined our household when their guy, Terry, died of lung cancer.  Terry, a Vietnam vet who lived in a trailer in the court next door to our old house, had become our friend when he walked his two old dogs up our road.  His dogs, Annie and Jasmine, predeceased him.  His last wish was that he would take his beloved kitties.

They had been feral when Terry took them in.  (Maybe he took in Mary as a pregnant mother to be.) They spent most of their well-loved adult lives as indoor cats inside his old motor home.  When they moved in with us, they soon learned the joy of being in a garden.

Mary, who passed away from lung cancer on March 18th, 2016, was a round ball of purrs with very short legs and a rolling gait.  She and her son Smokey were especially bonded and spent many hours snoozing together, as you will see in this gallery of photos.  Both of them liked to snuggle on my lap for book and movie time.

I have so many photos that I’m dividing the Mary memories into 2 posts.  Expect the second one soon-ish.

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1-21-12, Mary and Smokey hiding in a closet when they first arrived.

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2-3-12, still feeling shy

 

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2-13-12: The family now feels safe enough to be in the spare bathroom without hiding.

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2-18-12, Mary and Smokey

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Smokey and Mary

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4-3-12

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June 2012

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October 2012

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December 2012

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December 2012, with Frosty

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3-18-13, grooming Smokey

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5-15-13, Frosty and Mary

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5-15-13, Frosty and Mary

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5-15-13, Frosty and Mary

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Part two of the Mary chronicles will appear next, as soon as I can the photos sorted.  In the process of going through 2013, I managed to delete 4,000 extraneous garden photos so that is one useful byproduct of the grieving process.

 

 

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Sunday, 6 March 2016

Although I was obsessed with the scrapbook project, clear weather called me out into the garden to plant the new shrubs from Gossler Farms.

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I was so eager I did not even put on gloves.

What I had to plant:

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Allan’s photos: emerging lilies

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weeded and old stalks removed

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Allan’s photo: Gunnera in the bogsy woods (with seasonal puddle)

Looks like the gunnera is finally going to size up this year.

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The hamamelis Teresa gave me, back by the bogsy wood (Allan’s photo)

It was nerve wracking planting under the alder trees in the roaring wind, so it went quickly.

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so many weeds

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walking around with a shrub trying to figure out where the heck to put it

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back garden, east bed

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lilies and horrible horsetail emerging

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Paperbark maple by the old Danger Tree. Will be able to see it backlit when having a campfire at sunset.

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Dranunculus vulgaris from Allan’s mum coming up

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really need to move this sign…

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…just need to shift it over to the next post to the south…

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Ribes sanguineum (flowering currant)

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Middle bed needs monster shotweeds removed..

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west bed

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east bed

I had so many hamemelis, all different, and wanted most of them in the front garden where I can see them easily in winter.  I put one in the back corner of Allan’s garden:

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But that is just not right as one would have to walk way in there to smell the flowers.

Big accomplishment: I dug up a huge Mutabilis rose that was languishing under that tree, planted there in fall of 2010 when I had no deer fencing.  Moved it into now-fenced front garden…

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Melianthus ‘Antenow’s Blue’ with cut back newly transplanted rose to its left. Melianthus will be cut back once it is done blooming.

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Decision: The hamamelis cannot stay hidden way back there.

Moved it to along the fence, where it will get too big for the path.  Can it be esapaliered?  This was a special one called ‘Glowing Embers’.

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It’s re-planted  but I am having doubts.

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Allan’s photo, a primrose given me by Jayne Bailey (Bailey’s Café)

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double hellebore and a fish given us by Allan’s sister, Pam

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Lamprocapnos spectabilis

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Lamprocapnos spectabilis ‘Alba’, and more

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The huge melianthus is falling open and may also have to be cut back.

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from the front porch

I retreat as the wind gets stronger, and I am so glad because I want to get back to my grandma’s scrapbooks.

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just outside the front door

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on my desk chair

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They must be moved…

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A good rain says I can work on scrapbooks with no gardening guilt.

Still not happy thinking about where I planted ‘Glowing Embers’!

Meanwhile, Allan had gone out on errands and done a bit of narcissi deadheading in Ilwaco.

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Tulipa sylvestris

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narcissi deadheads

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tree garden

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boatyard garden: from last night’s windstorm

In the evening, I began to weep (to my surprise) the moment the telly announcer said “Series finale of Downtown Abbey.

Tomorrow is supposed to be windy and rainy: a scrapbook blogging day, I hope.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries

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 from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago:

1995 (age 70):

March 6: Brought (into porch) several wheelbarrows of wood. Stacked some wet wood separate and there is enough for a couple of loads to porch. Then I tilled under the winter rye behind garage and in “tomato area” where I’ve been putting the kitchen compost all winter. Weeded the winter carrots, leeks and celeriac.

1998 (age 73):

March 6:  Store day.  Paid power and phone bill, went to Tim’s, both banks, Rite Aid and QFC.  Spent $98 at QFC—They had MMOJ [Minute Maid Orange Juice] on sale again.  It was sunny but cool.  Received Park Seed dahlias (2) and begonias.  They aren’t nearly as big as the Dutch Gardens.

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