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Wednesday, 10 June 2015

I had a hard time getting going this morning.  Devery stopped by while doing her daily check up on Nora’s house and picked some strawberries from our garden;  I have asked her to do so as I am too busy to keep up with them.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo; Devery is there!


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Allan’s photo


strawberry pickers

strawberry pickers


Allan's photo: Tadpole check!

Allan’s photo: tadpoles in the water boxes


by our driveway: poppy flowers in the Eleagnus

by our driveway: poppy flowers in the Eleagnus


Ilwaco post office garden

Ilwaco post office garden


Post Office garden....I assess it can wait till tomorrow to be watered.

Post Office garden….I assess it can wait till tomorrow to be watered.

First job of the day:

the staking of a windblown Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue' by Azure Salon

the staking of a windblown Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ by Azure Salon

Basket Case Greenhouse

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Our stop at the Basket Case was simply to pick up five plants for Long Beach planters, to replace plants stolen recently by thieving varmints.  While there, I was delighted to see Ed and my nephew, Jackson Strange.

Ed, Nancy, and Walter and Shadow

Ed, Nancy, and Walter and Shadow


me and Jackson

me and Jackson


most darling!

most darling!


still some left of one of my favourite perennials: Agastaches (hyssops)

still some left of one of my favourite perennials: Agastaches (hyssops)

As we departed, a cedar waxwing had gotten into the main greenhouse and was having a hard time figuring out how to get out.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Marilyn’s Garden

We began at our furthest north garden, in Surfside.

My good friend Goldie came to greet me.

My good friend Goldie came to greet me.


Goldie

Goldie

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my very good friend

my very good friend


looking north from the back steps

looking north from the back steps

I was mad at myself because I forgot to bring some painted sage to plant here.  Next time!

Alliums

Alliums


Allium albopilosum

Allium albopilosum

interlude

On the way south to our next job, we bought an oscillating sprinkler at Jack’s Country Store, which resulted in driving down Ridge, one block over from the highway.  There I admired two pocket gardens which I do think might be asked to be on the garden tour next year or the year after that!  (I believe Nancy has enough gardens this year.)

garden one, a sweet cottage garden...

garden one, a sweet cottage garden…


with river rock walls...

with river rock walls…

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and a driftwood fence.

and a driftwood fence.


a few blocks south, a handsome fence and patio

a few blocks south, a handsome fence and patio

Klipsan Beach Cottages

While I groomed the fenced garden, Allan did some weeding along the woodland swale:

before

before


after

after

He got a whole heaping wheelbarrow of weeds removed.

In the fenced garden:

looking in the east gate

looking in the east gate


view over the birdbath

view over the birdbath


Verbascum

Verbascum


one of Mary's roses

one of Mary’s roses


sit spot

sit spot


fuchsias and daylily well matched in colour

fuchsias and daylily well matched in colour


honeysuckle

honeysuckle


Rose 'Jude the Obscure'

Rose ‘Jude the Obscure’


Jude's petals on boxwood and Hebe 'Boughton Dome'

Jude’s petals on boxwood and Hebe ‘Boughton Dome’


Rose 'New Dawn' from outside the fence

Rose ‘New Dawn’ from outside the fence


outside: Euphorbia and fennel

outside: Euphorbia and fennel

Golden Sands Assisted Living

blue sky by our parking place...and hardly any wind!

blue sky by our parking place…and hardly any wind!

On the way through the hallways to the courtyard garden, I met a new friend named Susan.

Susan, very friendly and sweet! (Allan's photo)

Susan, very friendly and sweet! (Allan’s photo)

I had not even been sure we should take time to stop at Golden Sands, till I had remembered that the birdbaths surely needed filling, and indeed they did.

Each one had acquired a yellow duck.  (Allan's photo)

Each one had acquired a yellow duck. (Allan’s photo)


Allan's photo: These birdbaths seem to await our arrival to be filled.

Allan’s photo: These birdbaths seem to await our arrival to be filled.


The tiny Tiger Eyes sumac may finally decide to grow this year.  (Allan's photo)

The tiny Tiger Eyes sumac may finally decide to grow this year. (Allan’s photo)


brand new seating by the dining room doors

brand new seating by the dining room doors

The weekly overview of the four quadrants:

SW quadrant

SW quadrant


SW quadrant

SW quadrant


long view of NW quadrant

long view of NW quadrant


NW quadrant

NW quadrant


NE quadrant

NE quadrant


detail

detail


SE quadrant

long view of SE quadrant


SE quadrant

SE quadrant


SE quadrant

SE quadrant

As we left, I made another new friend named Ginger.

Guiding Ginger so she did not get under our vehicle.

Guiding Ginger so she did not get under our vehicle.


my new friend, with the same name as me mum

my new friend, with the same name as me mum

Andersen’s RV Park

Allan took on the project of weeding by the entry.

before

before


after

after, a subtle difference


before

before


after

after; an impressive difference—The rose is Rosa rugosa ‘Blanc Double de Coubert’

He also tidied up along the walkway by the restrooms and laundry room.

before

before


after

after

I weeded by the garden shed, the picket fence garden, and the Payson Hall boxes:

the garden shed garden

the garden shed garden


climbing rose on one of the two cottages

climbing rose on one of the two cottages


the picket fence garden

the picket fence garden


west side, the poppy field

west side, the poppy field


red poppies, many still to come

red poppies, many still to come


and California poppies mixed in

and California poppies mixed in

home

I had to do a good watering of the front garden with the new oscillating sprinkler, and on the back patio I found that the Hymenocallis (Peruvian daffodil) had begun its brief and amazing show:

Hymenocallis

Hymenocallis


AKA Peruvian daffodil

AKA Peruvian daffodil

Coolest thing today: Mary and Denny of Klipsan Beach Cottages gave us a blue gate leg table.  Wrestling it in and out of the trailer was hard (easier for Allan) and rearranging our comfy guest chair to make room for it was mentally hard, but it is now in a spot in our living room where I will be able to have breakfast while looking out the window instead of in the windowless corner (where the dining table naturally fits, due to a low hanging ceiling light fixture in the double wide floor scheme).

new table by the garden book nook

new table in the garden book corner

Next: two mostly Long Beach days during which I do hope we can manage some more beach approach weeding…

 

 

 

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along the sidewalk of the Huson garden

Monday morning we were on the road by 9.15 heading for the South Sound tour, this time avoiding the scary freeway tunnels and going on a less harrowing route. First stop:  a garden of sheer perfection in Ruston.

The tour guide brochure says: “The map says it’s in Ruston, hard by Tacoma, but imagination says you are half a world away, in the prettiest garden in the prettiest village somewhere in the English countryside.” Yes!

Allan told me later that when he bought a home in Tacoma in 1986, he first looked at Ruston for its views of Commencement Bay, then found out about arsenic contamination in the soil and decided not to buy there. Ruston’s industrial history makes it  all the more impressive that such an oasis of beauty has been created here.

I wish that Allan  had joined us for the entire tour day and seen this garden in particular.  (He was in Seattle helping sort out his dad’s house.)

photographer

The roses and boxwood on the outskirts of the garden caused a flurry of photography by the Hardy Plant Study Weekenders.

from the sidewalk

Lavender edged the path from the lawn to the main house’s front door.  The brochure says that this garden is only ten years old…or less (because the house had been built ten years before).

lavender walk

The driveway planted with tiny buns and mounds still haunts me and makes me wish to take a jackhammer to my short asphalt driveway and do this instead.

tidy

At the end of the driveway turned walkway, roses against a green wall defined a guest house courtyard.

doorway to courtyard

guest house courtyard

The guest house porch and door was just this side of the outdoor fireplace.  We entered.   Straight ahead was the bathroom with claw foot tub and porthole window.  To our right, the bedroom.  To our left, the living room and kitchenette.

just inside the guest house door

the bedroom and its loft

How I loved the flowered wall paper and curtains.

the living room and kitchen

guest house

front of guest house

We went back outside to compare the exterior of the guest house with the interior.  We now knew that the window above belonged to the guest house living room.  As we emerged from the courtyard we again admired the planted driveway.

another view

We were so fascinated with the guest house that we walked out to the alley to see it from the other side.

side of guest house

Above: the side with the kitchenette window and the porthole over the bathtub.

from the alley

The alley afforded us another green and lovely entrance back to the garden.

On the other side of the driveway we found another little courtyard in front of the big house.  (Remember, this house is only ten years old.)

house courtyard

the main house

house courtyard

happy study weekenders! (viewed from within the lavender walk)

contemplation

roses, alliums, lavender

roses and alliums

roses red

turning the corner…

…to the other side of the house

and looking up.

driftwood in the driveway as one exits the garden

Having made our way all round the little house and the big house we had to move on, but this garden has stuck with me more than most.  It’s not something I would replicate for myself if for no other reason that boxwood gets fried by the salty winds in my new garden (although it did well in my old, sheltered garden, and there are alternatives).  But I would love to try this around someone else’s cottage.  It was indeed like entering a dream.  The whole time we were there, a chorus seemed to be singing about The Village Green Preservation Society.

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