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Wednesday, 9 December 2015

the view while we were getting ready

the view while we were getting ready…a torrential squall

After that downpour, the day cleared up and turned into excellent weather for the (almost) last work day of the season.  The almost refers to one more job that Allan has, mulching the library garden.

Mike’s garden

We had a few clumps of mixed white narcissi and Narcissi ‘Angel Eyes’ to plant at Mayor Mike’s, just down the street.

Mike's front path

Mike’s front path

a low sprawling conifer with white tips

a low sprawling conifer with white tips

Ilwaco Post Office

More bulbs went into the Ilwaco Post Office garden.

More bulbs went into the Ilwaco Post Office garden.  Crocus tommies, iris reticulate, Narcissus ‘Angel Eyes’, Tulip ‘Flaming Spring Green’, Brodiaea ‘Silver Queen’

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post office window

post office window

The Red Barn

I had a bill to drop off at the Red Barn.  Again, the fields were boggy from rain.

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Allan’s photo

the narrow garden (Allan's photo)

the narrow garden (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

horses in the field next door where we usually park to work at Diane's

horses in the field where we usually park to work at Diane’s

Diane’s garden

Other than a small amount of clipping back potted annuals, our mission at Diane’s was to deliver a pot of Stargazer lilies, ordered at her request.

Misty gets pets.

Misty gets a good scritching.

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my good friend Misty

my good friend Misty

one pot of Stargazers added to the mix

one pot of Stargazers added to the mix

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hydrangea at the corner of the house, will be our first task on a late winter visit

street view with Stipa gigantea

street view with Stipa gigantea

Long Beach

At last it was time to do the final clean up of the Long Beach welcome sign.

A few remaining yellow flowers could not save the bidens along the edge.

A few remaining yellow flowers could not save the bidens along the edge.

a ridiculously early anemone

a ridiculously early anemone

sweeping up

sweeping up

I had mercy on a very few last flowers of the echibeckia.

I had mercy on a very few last flowers of the echibeckia.

We planted lots of little crocus tommasianus and iris reticulata in the Long Beach main street planters and three on the Sid Snyder beach approach.

poppy seeds sprouting in a planter I had strewn with poppy tops

poppy seeds sprouting in a planter I had strewn with poppy tops

Allan's photo: poppy seedhead

Allan’s photo: poppy seedhead

And we cut down some more plants, including chrysanthemums…

Allan's photo, before

Allan’s photo, before cutting these down, because we won’t be back to do it later..

but not these, that are about to bloom still

but we did not cut these, that are about to bloom still

and that little dwarf chrysanthemum is blooming!

and that little dwarf chrysanthemum is blooming!

Long Beach City Hall got some Narcissi ‘Angel Eyes’ in the garden bed that is a memorial to Peggy Miles; she and her spouse, Gene, planted the garden on the east side of city hall about a year before she died.

Inside city hall (Allan's photo)

Inside city hall (Allan’s photo)

The photo above shows a glimpse of a city crewman and City Manager Dave discussing the unpleasant fact that a city water main broke today, a BIG one, and although the crew got it fixed, a boil water advisory is now on for Long Beach and Seaview at least until at least Friday morning.

Inside city hall (Allan's photo)

Inside city hall (Allan’s photo)

Inside city hall (Allan's photo)

Inside city hall (Allan’s photo)

Inside city hall (Allan's photo)

Inside city hall (Allan’s photo)

stocking hung with care for city works (Allan's photo)

stocking hung with care for city workers (Allan’s photo)

The Anchorage Cottages

The very last of the mixed white and ‘Angel Eyes’ narcissi went into the entry garden at the Anchorage, where the buddliea got a trim.

before

before

after

after

Melianthus major still standing

Melianthus major still standing

I’ll send the following photo to manager Beth with the message that she can have someone take the calla lilies to the ground if a frost blackens them or turns them limp, and the same goes for the Melianthus.

Our work season is done and these still remain.

Our work season is done and these callas still remain.

working till dusk

working till dusk

The only clump of callas that did look mushy...

The only clump of callas that did look mushy…

and did get taken down.

and did get taken down.

Next door to the Anchorage: bear traps ready to be deployed as needed.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

In the almost dark, we stopped on the way home and did a last bit of clipping at The Depot Restaurant, which was closed because of the boil water advisory.

Ilwaco

We did the rounds of the flatlands to get some more holiday photos for the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page.

CoHo Charters (Allan's photo)

CoHo Charters (Allan’s photo)

Santa's outhouse (!!), Allan's photo

Santa’s outhouse (!!), Allan’s photo

Englund Marine (Allan's photo)

Englund Marine (Allan’s photo)

Griffin Gallery (Allan's photo)

Griffin Gallery (Allan’s photo)

Griffin Gallery (with a bucket to catch a leak)

Griffin Gallery (with a bucket because of a leaky window)

Doupé Building (Allan's photo)

Doupé Building (Allan’s photo)

an extravaganza on Spruce Street

an extravaganza on Spruce Street

At home, I looked at all we had accomplished on the work board…

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And was able to erase all but that one mulching job…

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And because the mulching job can be accomplished any time between now and February, I think I will now declare that staycation has officially begun.  Although there will be some off-season non-publishing days on the blog, I do have a few slide shows set up to keep things ticking along for awhile.

 

 

 

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Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Nature is the one who wakes up the gardens, not me, but I like to take credit on the first gardening visit of the year.

We spent the day along Howerton Way at the Port of Ilwaco, concentrating on a four block stretch of curbside garden beds, all within sight of home.

We skipped the easternmost three beds and started at the one that caught my eye with tall ornamental grasses that needed clipping.

before, by the former Wade Gallery building

before, by the former Wade Gallery building

one hour later, trimmed, fluffed and weeded

one hour later, trimmed, fluffed and weeded

By the way, that cute little building is available to buy or rent.

Note there is one less tree. (It was lined up with the nose of the white truck.)  The columnar pear on the right had succumbed to wind and was crispy as can be, so down it came at last.  The ornamental pears that were planted by volunteers, at the port, in 2007 (as I recall) have not exactly thrived.  The ones in full wind (for example, next to an open parking lot) have suffered and, in this case, died.  It makes a big difference just to be protected from the south wind by a bulding.

It took another hour to weed persnickity small weeds out of the gardens by the former Shorebank building and the Ilwaco pavilion.

a carpet of shotweed and little weed grasses

a carpet of shotweed and little weed grasses

That's better!

That’s better!

looking back on the Shorebank garden

looking back on the Shorebank garden

A good display of yellow crocus at the base of redtwig dogwood, Shorebank

A good display of yellow crocus at the base of redtwig dogwood, Shorebank

Walking west to tackle the next garden bed

Walking west to tackle the next garden bed

Next, we did the tiny little square that Allan named “the drive-over garden”.  It’s by a big parking lot where a lot of fishing folks’ pick up trucks come and go and does get driven over and partially flattened fairly often.

The Drive-over Garden, before

The Drive-over Garden, before

A truck definitely went over this santolina.

A truck definitely went over this santolina.

after

after; Tough plants like Armeria, Santolina, thyme, and Sedums can stand the driving over.  The flowers of delicate spring bulbs…not so much.

We weeded along the garden by the Marie Powell Gallery.  I left Allan to finish because it hurts me knee to walk on river rock, in which that garden is covered, and headed further west to gardens where I’ve removed the rocky cover.

looking west

looking west

Birds are pulling up little crocuses in the gardens by Don’s gallery and the Port office.  I will say that having a river rock mulch does seem to protect the bulbs from birds.   Last fall, I did not even plant any more crocus here.  (Some of the bright yellow ones back at Shorebank were also pulled up.)

Not sure if the culprit is crows, seagulls, or both.

Not sure if the culprit is crows, seagulls, or both.

The birds don’t seem to bother the Iris reticulata in bloom, even though I’ve found bulbs pecked up in fall right after planting.  The irises are much prettier than crocus, anyway.

Iris reticulata

Iris reticulata

and more Iris reticulata

and more Iris reticulata

and more....I love them very much.

and more….I love them very much.

I hope passersby are noticing and feeling awed by the iris display.  I like them so much more than big irises that bloom in summer.

I left Howerton Way to do the garden on the south side of the port office.  By do, I mean weed and clip plants back.

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before

calm weather and still water on the marina next to me

calm weather and still water on the marina next to me

after

after

Meanwhile, I grew hungry.  Allan had driven off to the east end of the marina to dump a load of clipped grasses and buckets and weeds (and one dead tree).  He had the lunch box, and my bag with money.  What could be taking him so long, I wondered as time passed.  Had the van broken down?

Later, he shared photos of what did happen.

in the field by the dump spot

in the field by the dump spot

too sunk to move

too sunk to move.  Using a found piece pf plywood to try to get out.

trying to get out

trying to get out

Rescue arrives in the form of passing Ilwaco port crew.

Rescue arrives in the form of passing Ilwaco port crew.

left rather a mess behind.  Fortunately, it's a work area, not a show lawn.

left rather a mess behind. Fortunately, it’s a work area, not a show lawn.

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I know exactly why this happened: because I was not along to say “Be careful, don’t sink, don’t get stuck!”  I was just glad to get my tahini and pickle sandwich when he rejoined me in the gardens.

As dusk drew in, we did not not get any further than the garden next to Time Enough Books.  I had dreamed of getting all the way to the end and then the boatyard garden, as well.  Silly.  I thought we might come back for the rest the very next day (but changed my mind and went elsewhere; we’ll get back to the port next week).

looking west...out of time

looking west…out of time

 

Here’s a fun thing, with which I will be amusing you (I hope) in upcoming posts.  I downloaded a phone app called Map My Walk.  Here it shows that I (Flora is the name I use on the social internet) walked almost three miles in five hours, over the course of four blocks.  The lines are thick as I went over and over and over and around and around each bed.

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The thick line going off the the water’s edge is when I did the port office garden (walking back to the van to carry debris; I did not have the wheelbarrow because of the van vs. mud incident). Here is a ‘satellite view’ that shows the workday imposed over the (May through Sept.) Port’s Saturday Market .

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We dumped the last debris, carefully and without driving onto the grass.  The water in the port remained still and reflective.

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CoHo Charter boats.

CoHo Charter boats.

Next: back to Long Beach on Thursday.

Book stuff (just for those who like book stuff)

No more garden stuff till tomorrow’s post.

I finished Open City by reading till 2 AM.

Open City

Open City

Calvin is rather a pest when I read in bed.

pushy and nudgy Calvin

pushy and nudgy Calvin

For those of you who like bookish posts, here are some examples of the beautiful writing in Open City.

I became aware of just how fleeting the sense of happiness was and how flimsy its basis.  A warm restaurant after having come in from the rain, the smell of food and wine, interesting conversation, daylight falling weakly on the polished cherrywood of the tables. It took so little to move the mood from one level to another, as one might move pieces on a chessboard.  Even to be aware of this, in the midst of a happy moment, was to push one of those pieces, and to become slightly less happy.”

(later)

Instinctively saving a baby, a little happiness.  Spending time with Rwandans, the ones who survived, a little sadness; the idea of our final anonymity, a little more sadness.  Sexual desire fulfilled without complication, a little more happiness; and it went on like that, as thought succeeded thought.  How petty seemed to me the human condition, that we were subject to this constant struggle to modulate the internal environment, this endless being tossed about like a cloud.  Predicatbly, the mind noted that judgment, too, and assigned it its place: a little sadness.”

On attending a photography exhibit by Martin Munkácsi, he looks at the following photo and thinks, “It was from this picture in particular than Henri Cartier-Bresson had developed the ideal of the decisive moment.”:

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Photography seemed to me, as I stood there in the white gallery with its rows of pictures and its press of murmuring spectators, an uncanny art like no other. One moment, in all of history, was captured, but the moments before and after it disappeared into the onrush of time; only that selected moment itself was privileged, saved, for no other reason that having been picked out by the camera’s eye.”

I just had been inspired to finally (eventually) read Anna Karenina while reading The Year of Reading Dangerously on my last bit of staycation.  Suddenly, she appears again in Open City...

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The second loveliest passage in Open City was this experience when the narrator goes into a little shop in Chinatown (New York City):

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And to me, this was the most beautiful passage in the book:

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Sunday, 19 January 2014

I woke to the sound of foghorns and the sight of fog hanging low over the port.  The temperature outside was in the low forties, giving me enough excuse to stay indoors reading a Simon Serrailler mystery for most of the day.  I ventured out in the late afternoon just to work on picking up some storm-fallen wood for New Judy’s woodstove.

south window view

south window view

looking southeast across the garden

looking southeast across the garden

The cats all seem to enjoy using the fallen branches as balance beams and claw sharpeners.

Smokey

Smokey

At four thirty, I decided the incoming fog warranted a photo from the south end of Nora’s lawn.  Here, between our two houses, is one of two big debris piles that I’ve got going.  If Nora were still alive, I wouldn’t have something so unsightly in  this spot.  The original purpose of this garden bed was to grow bright flowers for her to see from her back porch…

debris pile

debris pile

I am going to feel discombobulated when Nora’s house is sold someday, as I am so used to walking on her property; she was a kind and generous and friendly neighbour.

Smokey follows me onto Nora's lawn

Smokey follows me onto Nora’s lawn.

The fogbank looked so spectacular that I went out to the port parking lot to take my photos.

looking west from Pearl Street over the storage boatyard

looking west from Pearl Street over the storage boatyard

The fog lured me down to the marina.

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colour coordination

colour coordination

still water, and steam from Jessie's Fish Co

still water, and steam from Jessie’s Fish Co

The Iris reticulata at the port office garden is out more than last week; I do hope someone has noticed other than me!

Iris reticulata

Iris reticulata

A little way further east on Waterfront Way, I walked past Pelicano Restaurant and started thinking about their food.

Sea Quest

Sea Quest

ducks and boats

ducks and boats

CoHo Charters at the east end of the marina

CoHo Charters at the east end of the marina

colour echo in the window of CoHo Charters

colour echo in the window of CoHo Charters

By the time I got to CoHo Charters, I’d given Allan a call on my mobile to suggest that tonight be our monthly dinner at Pelicano and he had readily agreed.  Meanwhile, I walked up Elizabeth Avenue along the east side of the marina.

birds in the fog

birds in the fog

A birder would know what these black headed birds are called.

A birder would know what these black headed birds are called.

I tried not to disturb them but they all flew down into the water!

I tried not to disturb them but they all flew down into the water!

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birds

birds

a soft sunset

a soft sunset

looking west

looking northwest

waiting for low tide

waiting for low tide

Yellow Bluff, to the east, almost lost in fog

Yellow Bluff, to the east, almost lost in fog

Fog swallowed the sunset.

Fog swallowed the sunset.

I walked home along Advent Avenue to collect Allan for our dinner date.  Looking west I could just make out local fisherman John G. taking his daily bike ride, followed by his faithful dog Ernie.

John and Ernie

John and Ernie

Home looked so inviting with the warm lights on in house and shed.

at dusk

at dusk

fog over the bogsy wood

fog over the bogsy wood

We drove down to Pelicano Restaurant because the evening would be cold, and Ilwaco has some dark stretches of pavement with no street lights to help one avoid potholes when walking home!  We had the place to ourselves because of some big football game that meant nothing to us but apparently quite a lot to other people.  Fortunately, there is no big screen telly at Pelicano.   (A television in a restaurant is a sure way to make me NOT want to eat there.)

a restaurant all our own

a restaurant all our own

our table by the window

our table by the window

We had “Planter’s Punch” cocktails…delicious.  (“Myers’ dark rum, fresh squeezed pineapple and lime juice and grapefruit simple syrup”)

a tropical twist on a winter evening

a tropical twist on a winter evening

The salad was particularly outstanding.  (“Green papaya salad with shrimp, mint, cilantro, peanuts and crispy shallots”)

Just looking at this photo makes me want to have this again.  Now.

Just looking at this photo makes me want to have this again. Now.

After a delectable dinner of rockfish (Allan) and scallops (mine)…

(“Rockfish with Quinoa, Tuscan Kale, Shiitake Mushrooms and Salmoriglio Sauce”  and “Sea Scallops and Pacific Cod Baked with Tomatoes, Black Olives and Salsa Verde”)

…we both closed with the freshly made apple tart.  Look at how finely those apples are sliced and how beautifully it is put together.  Each one take 12 minutes to make from scratch.

fresh apple tart with home made ice cream

fresh warm apple tart with house made vanilla bean ice cream

I love staycation.

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Wednesday, 11 December, 2013

I could tell from the sky that Wednesday’s sunset would be excellent.  The weather had warmed just slightly to hover around freezing. I walked around the corner and down Advent Avenue toward the Port.

A forklift operator was stacking crab pots on the side of Advent.

stacking Dungeness crab pots

stacking Dungeness crab pots

the promising sky to the southwest

the promising sky to the southwest

As I walked past, a big truck drove up and the forklift began to stack the pots onto the flatbed trailer.

onto the truck

onto the truck

The pots were appearing from down the short gravel road leading to the gear shed that is just southeast of our back garden.

much bustling at the gear shed

much bustling at the gear shed

Meanwhile, in the big parking lot between town and port, workers spread out and untangled lines.

getting ready

getting ready

I walked the half block from there to Waterfront Way.

the condor statue

the condor statue

Some of the crabbing boats were already loaded, ready to go early on the first day of commercial crabbing.

Pacific Dream

Pacific Dream

condor and moonrise

condor and moonrise

I wondered if the sunset would live up to my expectations.

looking south

looking south

In the dusk, the lights began to show from the decorated boats.

Nauti-lady always goes all out for the holidays.

Nauti-lady always goes all out for the holidays.

The sunset colour I had hoped for came on…

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Jessie's Fish Company star and processing steam

Jessie’s Fish Company star and processing steam

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brighter

A heron flew in, squawking, and posed.

A heron flew in, squawking, and posed.

no colour enhancement!

no colour enhancement!

sunset colour fades and seasonal lights glow

sunset colour fades and seasonal lights glow

and the moon....

and the moon….

I made a slight detour on the way home to see the lively decorations at the east end of the port by CoHo Charters and Motel.

Imagine Christmas music playing, as well.

Imagine Christmas music playing, as well.

another kind of boat at the Coho Charters

another kind of boat at the Coho Charters

My sunset walk segued into a neighbourhood Christmas lights walk, but that’s another story.

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