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Sunday, 27 September 2015

While I puttered in the garden at home, Allan did about three hours of weeding at the Ilwaco Community Building garden.

entry garden, before and after

entry garden, before and after (minus a haze of tiny weeds)

cyclamen in the entry garden

cyclamen in the entry garden

Afterward, he picked up some alpine strawberries for Our Kathleen, from a garden where we used to weed on School Hill.  We had given it up when it became difficult for me to work on the steep slope.  Now it is in the care of Flowering Hedge Design with occasional help from Sea Star Gardening (our dear friends Melissa and Dave).  Allan knew I would be pleased to see Ann’s garden (in photographs) so well mulched and weeded.

The neighbour cats were at play.

The neighbour cats were at play.

a well cared for garden

a well cared for garden

three bags of alpine strawberries, one for Kathleen.

three bags of alpine strawberries, one for Kathleen.

Meanwhile, I’d been weeding and transplanting astilbes from dry areas to damper areas, and removing a large bronze fennel.

The spiders are enjoying the new arbour.

The spiders are enjoying the new arbour.

Here's the view WITH the fennel on Sept. 7th.

Here’s the view WITH the fennel on Sept. 7th.

and today with it gone.

and today with it gone.

Maybe I have opened up the view in a way that will make walking down the west side path more enticing.

I spent most of the afternoon fretting about the weather, checking various wind forecasts.  We had plans for an evening campfire with Dave and Melissa and yet the wind was gusting at 20 mph.  When Allan got home, he agreed it was too windy and we canceled the campfire dinner.

Imagine the trees whipping back and forth.

Imagine the trees whipping back and forth.

I went indoors to read, continuing my plan to not boot up the computer till the end of the long weekend…except for the irresistable peeks onto Facebook from my phone.  I already felt disgruntled when the wind died completely at dusk, and to make matters worse when I did go online from my phone, I found that there had been a “supermoon eclipse”.  My newsfeed was full of photos of a big red moon.  What a maddening result of (mostly) staying off the internet for a couple of days.  I had been quite in the dark about the big event (and Allan had an inkling, but forgot).  Now wouldn’t it have been nice to have had that campfire and been surprised by a big red moon (even though we would not have seen the eclipse from our tree-surrounded fire circle)?  I finished my book and ended the day in a grumpy mood with a viewing of an episode of the never-cheering Fear the Walking Dead.

Monday, 28 September 2015

I simply had to shake off the “I missed the eclipse!” malaise.  Allan had plans for a boating excursion.  Beforehand, we went to NIVA green to acquire a couple of birthday presents for two friends.  (This meant I have to leave my property not once but twice on the long weekend!)

Heather’s shop, our favourite, had a collection of old postcards, some with writing on the back, and I got one for myself that I found especially touching.

the postcard

the postcard

and the back of the postcard, with the story of a dream

and the back of the postcard, with the story of a dream

She writes to her mother and sisters: “I dreamed about all of you last night.  Thought I was there and you and I had arranged about a table you found in the attic.  I didn’t want you to put it there (ha ha).” I wish I could decipher the part where she writes “…I don’t have anything from you..”  Something about the postcard made me feel all verklempt, not in a bad way, just in the way of savoring human contact in the same way that I feel when I read room journals at the Sylvia Beach Hotel.

I bought myself another little present, too...

I bought myself another little present, too…I won’t wear these spider earrings around Melissa!

After driving me back home, Allan went off boating (next post) and I gardened.  I was outraged to find that the deer had been inside the new arbour eating my new Joseph’s Coat rose.

much nibbled foliage!

much nibbled foliage!

I knew they COULD easily jump the front fence…and yet had hoped they would be creatures of habit (the habit of walking through the area where the new arbour now blocks them) and not go to that extreme.  Now more deer proofing would be necessary.  I have enough deer in my gardens at work; I want to keep them out at home.

We can run wires between these two posts.

We can run wires between this post and the new arbour to the west..

We can put a post in the corner and run more wires.

We can put a post in the east corner and run more wires.

But what can we do about the short gate??

But what can we do about the short gate??

While pondering that, I took some photos of a shrub that I cannot identify.  Nor could Todd.

an angular evergreen shrub

an angular evergreen shrub

It has white and grey berries.

It has white and grey berries.  (That’s a melianthus leaf intruding.)

I am going to post this on the Plant Idents group.

I am going to post this on the Plant Idents group.

A mere ten minutes later, Ian Barclay writes:  “Hymenanthera angustifolia, aka Melicytus angustifolius”.  Thank you!

In the afternoon, Debbie and her dog Ralph came over to get some divisions of plants for the Master Gardener fall plant sale.  I gave her some large Fuchsia magellanica pieces from one that keeps coming back in the wrong place in my garden (a bed that went from shade to sun when we cut down a big old rhododendron to get a view of Cape Disappointment’s hills).

Debbie and Ralph wheeling the fuchsia.

Debbie and Ralph wheeling the fuchsia.

I did not have my camera at hand till the end of the visit, so you will have to take my word that Ralph greatly enjoyed the garden.

my good friend Ralph

my good friend Ralph

After loading up the fuchsia, some sanguisorbas, some pink turtlehead, some astilbes, and plenty of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, Debbie and I had a good visit leaning up against the front fence.

Later, I even sat down for awhile on the patio.

Later, I even sat down for awhile on the patio.

Ironically, after the cancellation of yesterday’s campfire due to the wind that maddeningly died down at dusk, today gave us perfect weather.  When Allan returned from boating we decided to go ahead and have a fire on our own and have another one next weekend with Dave, Melissa and Our Kathleen (weather permitting).

sunset sky

sunset sky to the west

and to the southwest over the port

and to the southwest over the port and Cape Disappointment

a nice fire

a nice fire

gathering kindling (Allan's photo)

gathering kindling (Allan’s photo)

Smokey got his own chair.

Smokey got his own chair.

We got our full moonrise over the east side of the garden.

We got our full moonrise over the east side of the garden.

Allan's photo: The moon at the end of Lake Street had a pink hue.

Allan’s photo: The moon at the end of Lake Street had a pink hue.  “Pink, pink, pink, pink moon.”

Allan's photo, one block east.

Allan’s photo, one block east.

Allan's photo, Lake Street moon

Allan’s photo, Lake Street moon

Allan's photo: moon over the work trailer!

Allan’s photo: moon over the work trailer!

and roasted our ears of corn in foil with butter, salt and pepper.

We roasted our ears of corn in foil with butter, salt and pepper.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Just for fun, I had posted some fire photos on Facebook and tagged Ilwaco artist Don Nisbett who had commented a few weeks ago that he’d like to smoke a cigar by our camp fire.  To our delight, he arrived as the fire was dying down, and proceeded to puff a fragrant cigar (and I do mean that it smelled good).  We had plenty of wood and built the fire up again.

Don by the fire

Don by the fire

Don and Allan

Don and Allan

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

moon over the gearshed

moon over the gearshed

campfire and moon

campfire and moon

We sat around talking for almost three hours and it more than made up for having missed the moon and fire the previous evening.

Before leaving, Don showed Allan the details in the Nisbett tiles that we have in our kitchen, depicting the Port of Ilwaco.

Before leaving, Don showed Allan the details in the Nisbett tiles that we have in our kitchen, depicting the Port of Ilwaco.

Next:  Allan’s Monday paddle of the Surfside canals

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Long Beach

Yesterday, while dumping debris, we had accidentally thrown, into the city dump pile, a bag of mine from the Long Beach Pharmacy.  Since we had to go back to the pile this morning to retrieve it, I thought we should pull some crocosmia from the parking lot “berms” in order to make the trip more worthwhile.

 I’m impressed with whatever shrubs can survive in those beds with no water for three months.

Abelia looks delicate but is being tough and strong.

Abelia looks delicate but is being tough and strong.

Aronia, which never registered with me before this year for some reason, is a champ.

Aronia, which never registered with me before this year for some reason, is a champ.

I read that its common name chokecherry refers to the bitterness of the edible berries.

I read that its common name chokecherry refers to the bitterness of the edible fruits.  Todd tells us its fall leaf colour is excellent; I clearly have not been paying it enough attention.

Of course, the job got bigger than I'd planned as I cut a lot of rugosa rose that were hanging over the side,

Of course, the job got bigger than I’d planned as I cut a lot of rugosa rose that were hanging over the side, as well as pulling crocosmia.

Despite its aggressive nature, Rosa rugosa alba has so much to offer.

Despite its aggressive nature, Rosa rugosa alba has so much to offer.

It thrives in drought, has white flowers...

It thrives in drought, has white flowers…

and gorgeous hips from which you could make rose hip tea or rose hip jelly.

and gorgeous hips from which you could make rose hip tea or rose hip jelly.

I needed a boost of energy, so on our way to the city works yard, we got coffee drinks…

at the Great Escape drive through.

at the Great Escape drive through.

At the works yard, one can see the way we are going after the crocosmia foliage all over town.  It is “going over” earlier this year because of the drought.  It all probably came from a clump of mine, divided and spread to various places where I thought it would be attractive, back when I thought it was a good thing.

Now it's still a good thing, but too much of a good thing.

Now it’s still a good thing, but too much of a good thing.

Now piles of vilella husks are appearing in the work yard, remnants of a huge wash-up onto the beach of this small jellyfish.

Now piles of velella husks are appearing in the work yard, remnants of a huge wash-up onto the beach of this small jellyfish.

This is the city beach sweeper that would have picked up that pile. (Allan's photo)

This is the city beach sweeper that would have picked up that pile. (Allan’s photo)

Jo’s Garden

We checked up on Jo’s garden for a couple of hours, and enjoyed all the beauty there while deadheading daisies and pulling some horsetail.

east wall of guest house, outside the garden

east wall of guest house, outside the garden

front gate, looking west

front gate, looking west

entry garden

entry garden

lily and rugosa rose

lily and rugosa rose hips

That's our Jo!

That’s our Jo!

on Jo's deck

on Jo’s deck

a couple of errant, late clematis flowers over the arbour

a couple of errant, late clematis flowers over the arbour

looking east from the center courtyard, with flowers from The Basket Case Greenhouse

looking east from the center courtyard, with flowers from The Basket Case Greenhouse

Amazing: Jo and kin got rid of a huge climbing once blooming white rambling rose that was so very big for this corner.

Amazing: Jo and kin got rid of a huge climbing once-blooming white rambling rose that was so very big for this corner.  “Room for more flowers”, says Jo.

northwest garden bed

northwest garden bed

What is it with these cosmos that get so tall before they bloom!

Allan sweeping after weeding the path.

Allan sweeping after weeding the path.

I forgot to take a close up; you can see on the very right that one of the cosmos plants is pale yellow!

I forgot to take a close up; you can see next to the weather vane tower that one of the cosmos plants is pale yellow!

There is a pale yellow tall cosmos called Yellow Garden.  One year the Planter Box grew it, but it did not bloom till October, and when I read that it was normal for it to be a very late bloomer, I gave up on it despite its beauty.

After that pleasant interlude, at such a lovely garden with an irrigation system so no worries about water, we were back to the usual rounds of watering.

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I watered the boatyard garden while Allan watered the Ilwaco planters.  This week, I had the good fortune to find a hose hooked up to every spigot that I needed to reach the whole two block long garden bed, so the job went swimmingly.

this week's obstacle course at the boatyard

this week’s obstacle course at the boatyard

the usual interesting scenery

the usual interesting scenery

boats

The sailboat in the foreground has been there most of the summer; it's getting its new paint job now.

The sailboat in the foreground has been there most of the summer; it’s getting its new paint job now.

I'm so pleased with the sweet pea success at the boatyard. Next year: many more. I did not think it would work this well.

I’m so pleased with the sweet pea success at the boatyard. Next year: many more. I did not think it would work this well.

a salmon coloured four o clock

a salmon coloured four o clock

four o clock

four o clock

Someone had pestered this santolina.

Someone had pestered this santolina.

I walked on to water the gardens on Howerton where I have a hose available, while Allan came behind me later to water the ones where he has to haul three of our own hoses.

Time Enough Books: a thirsty garden boat

Time Enough Books: a thirsty garden boat

the watering rounds, Allan's photo

the watering rounds, Allan’s photo

south side of port office

south side of port office

Don Nisbett Gallery

Don Nisbett Gallery

Don waters his Basket Case baskets like mad.

Don waters his Basket Case baskets like mad, sometimes more than once a day.

the spectacular effect of Don's intensive watering

the spectacular effect of Don’s intensive watering

I am pleased that I never have to water the south side port office garden because office staff member April does it regularly.

marine: looking west

marine: looking west

looking east

looking east

folks heading to a boat

folks heading to a boat

a sit spot

a sit spot

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

By the time I finished watering the Bruce Peterson Gallery garden, Allan was coming behind me and had gotten as far as the pavilion.  I was out of available hose gardens so I walked home while he finished up at the east end.

Peterson Gallery garden, looking east

Peterson Gallery garden, looking east

Agastaches doing pretty well in drought conditions.

Agastaches doing pretty well in drought conditions.  And my shadow.

Agastache 'Summer Glow'

Agastache ‘Summer Glow’

at home

evening light on the back garden

evening light on the back garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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December 2014

Allan’s first staycation project, which I thought some of you might enjoy seeing, began in December when I bought a toaster oven and then realized we had no good place to put it.  We searched local anitque stores to no avail for the perfect piece of kitchen furniture before we realized we had one right at home in the winter-messy plant storage area outside.

Testing: Yes, the microwave and oven both fit.

December 1:  Testing: Yes, the microwave and oven both fit.

December 4: It's in Allan's shop

December 4: It’s in Allan’s shop with a new top made from fence top trimmings we saved from a friend’s burn pile.

tiling the top to make it more toaster oven safe; tiles left over from my Seattle house

tiling the top to make it more toaster oven safe; tiles left over from my Seattle house

all done and drying

all done and drying

by mid December, in the kitchen with a tiled and wider top

by mid December, in the kitchen with a tiled and wider top

January 2015

The bigger project took place in January when we were not as distracted by holiday events.  I had had a sudden brainstorm about the silly little buffet shelf or whatchamacallit that wrapped around the counter behind the stove.  It might have been a nice place to have breakfast with a view of the garden, but in the darkest part of the house with no view at all it had just become a clutter depository.

January 2nd, the old wraparound shelf with massive clutter

January 2nd, the old wraparound shelf with massive clutter

The most useful part of the underneath was a space for our shoe driers.

The most useful part of the underneath was a space for our shoe driers.

I moved my shoe and boot clutter into my own closet and repurposed the white shelf, painted green, as a table by my living room chair.  It has sentimental value to me, as it was made by my old friend Montana Mary‘s mother.

the end of the curve-around shelf

the end of the curve-around shelf

Allan supported the shelf with various things while he got ready to tear it out.

ready to go

ready to go, supported by buckets and bits of wood

On January 2nd, out it goes.

On January 2nd, out it goes.

gone

gone

and in go some pre-made cupboards.

and in go some pre-made cupboards.

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For a few days, it stayed like this as he was working on the top out in his shed.

For a few days, it stayed like this as he was working on the top out in his shed.

pieces clamped together in the shed

pieces clamped together in the shed to add a veneer to the sides. The shorter cupboards also had to be made taller.

staining the doors

staining the doors

back in the kitchen, raising the smaller cupboards to be even

back in the kitchen, raising the smaller cupboards to be even

installing the new plywood top

installing the new plywood top

laying out the tile

with the drawers and doors installed, laying out the tile

I had enough blue tile left over from my Seattle house to do the top of the new cupboards and the top of the microwave table.  I’d had that box of tile down here since 1992, and I knew it would come in handy some day.

The end cupboards would not get to have doors as they ended up being the space for the shoe driers and cat food box.

grouting

grouting and laying in decorative tiles

We had a tile (second from left) of Astoria from a Sunday Market artist, and Allan went to the Don Nisbett Art Gallery for four more art tiles, including a triptych of the Port of Ilwaco.

grouting

grouting

done1

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With the counter done and everything put away in new drawers and behind cupboard doors, it all looks so nice and tidy, and I intend to keep it that way.

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Wednesday, 14 January, 2015

With the project done, Allan rewarded himself with a sail on Black Lake.  Those of you who made it this far can join the reward via his photos.

Black Lake Yacht Club

Black Lake Yacht Club

dock

waterbird with the cheap little pocket cam

waterbird with the cheap little pocket cam

Houses overlook the lake on one side only.

Houses overlook the lake on the west side only.

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the north end of the lake

the north end of the lake

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west side

west side

Most of rest of Allan’s non recreational staycation time would be spent doing paperwork for taxes, not the sort of project that leads to the satisfaction of seeing nice new cupboards in the kitchen.  It already feels like staycation is going to end too soon.  (By my age, my mother had already been retired for five years.  We are not there yet.)

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I celebrated four days at home, mostly reading with some puttering thrown in.  Allan made it out to take some photos of the very high tides:

Sunday, 21 December 2014

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9.2 “King tide” has the marinas ramped laid out straight.

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double triangle flag calls for another gale

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We did not have any fierce rain or wind during the three “king tide” days so he did not get to see the water all the way over the Jessie’s dock.

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the bench at the south end of the boat yard

In the boatyard garden, Allan found some narcissi bulbs atop the soil, and planted them.  I hope they were just missed during planting time and not dug up by critters….  If missed, though, one would think I’d have seen them before now while walking by.

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Only a few stray bulbs were evident.

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The garden had been blown and broken by the wind.

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bulb mystery

Monday, 22 December 2014

Allan took another set of 9.2 king tide photos:

the edge of the marina (the lawn where Saturday Market booths are set up in summer)

the edge of the marina (the lawn where Saturday Market booths are set up in summer)

The storm was over for part of the day; then more rain arrived.

The storm was over for part of the day; then more rain arrived.

Allan totally fooled me when he sent me this one upside down.

Allan totally fooled me when he sent me this one upside down.

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

I believe that Tuesday was the day when Allan emailed me an article about the top phone apps of the year, inspiring me to acquire Waterlogue.  While I had intended to read for four days straight, I instead spent a whole lot of time altering photos with its one click instant joy.

Painted in Waterlogue

crab boats in fog, Allan’s photo

Painted in Waterlogue

bringing in the catch

Painted in Waterlogue

Don Nisbett Art Gallery in snow, Dec 2009, Allan’s photo

Painted in Waterlogue

Waterlogued Jessie’s, Allan’s photo

Painted in Waterlogue

King tide with blue sky, Allan’s photo

water

Meanwhile, a Christmas package had arrived from Montana Mary.  She advised, via email, that I open the box as some items were perishable.

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delectable little pie cookies from Mary

delectable little pie cookies from Mary

At dusk, Allan noticed an interesting, rain inspired fungus on our gate.  I’ll get a better photo in brighter daylight:

dusk

Many Christmas cards had begun to accrue on our kitchen shelves.  Here are some of our favourites of this year.

A star from Gwyneth in Texas, next to a Christmas horse from Montana Mary.  I love that beautiful horse.

A star from Gwyneth in Texas, next to a Christmas horse from Montana Mary. I love that beautiful horse.

The star card opened up into a burst of beauty:

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a fuzzy critter from Minnesota Marilyn, whom I met many years ago at Mediawestcon, a midwest science fiction convention.

a fuzzy critter from Minnesota Marilyn, whom I met many years ago at Mediawestcon, a midwest science fiction convention.

From Maggie and Susan, Seattleites whom I also met via the SF convention rounds.

From Maggie and Susan, Seattleites whom I also met via the SF convention rounds.

from Allan's friend Joyce, a manager from way back when he worked as an assembler of bikes and toys at Fred Meyers all around the NW.

from Allan’s friend Joyce, a manager from way back when he worked as an assembler of bikes and toys at Fred Meyers all around the NW.

and from our local friends Artist Don Nisbett and Queen La De Da

and from our local friends Artist Don Nisbett and Queen La De Da

I’m pleased to have about twenty friends who still send cards the old fashioned way.

this year's card display (with the year round clothes-pinned card display above)

this year’s card display (with the year round clothes-pinned card display above)

During the evenings, we were watching the final and not very holiday-ish season of True Blood.  No Christmas movies were part of our viewing fare this year.

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Around midday, Garden Tour Nancy’s husband, Phil, appeared with a bag of Christmas gifts.  He knocked so quietly that I did not hear but I caught him at his Santa rounds when I heard the front gate click as he was leaving.

Phil,  playing Santa

Phil, playing Santa

The next day, Nancy informed me that Phil liked our sun porch decorations (which are many).  At this time of year, the best is our wreath, made by Jenna (Queen La De Da).

wreath

Nancy texted me that I should open the perishable part of the present.  I was delighted to find eggs from her flock.

Waterlogue: eggs from the girls

Waterlogue: eggs from the girls

All day, torrential rain fell, which made me happy as it saved me from the urge to weed.

north window view

north window view

We would open presents in the evening.  As soon as staycation begins, our night owl tendencies completely take over so we pretty much do not have mornings at all.

the tree

the tree

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The cards and the sight of presents under the tree was a warm reminder of true friends old and new.

Allan and I began the gift extravaganza by opening our Christmas crackers. and putting on our paper crowns.  You can read all about Christmas crackers here, where I learned that the wearing of hats at parties “dates back to the Roman Saturnalia”.

Allan, having already opened his, demonstrates the pulling apart of the Christmas cracker.

Allan, having already opened his, demonstrates the pulling apart of the Christmas cracker.

I had done an ace job of camouflaging Allan’s present’s distinctive flat, hard shape by enclosing it in two pillows.  He was mystified and thought it must be something like a puffy down jacket.

It was large and soft.

It was large and soft.

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"The pillows aren't part of the present, are they?" he said.

“The pillows aren’t part of the present, are they?” he said.

I had commissioned a painting by our friend, local painter Don Nisbett, of Allan in his kayak.

I had commissioned a painting by our friend, local painter Don Nisbett, of Allan in his kayak.

I’d sent Don photos of the boat from the boat manufacturer website, and photos that Allan had taken on one of his river boating trips.  Here are the photos he had for reference:

boat

river

and the painting that he came up with:

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 We went on then to the rest of the prezzies.

some of the books that came from Allan to me, and from Garden Tour Nancy and from Kathleen.

some of the books that came from Allan to me, and from Garden Tour Nancy and from Kathleen.

I was happily carried back to childhood memories when the best Christmas presents were the books piled under the tree (usually horse stories back then!)  In the lower right, above, you can see a hint of a bag of comfy white socks, which is something I always ask Allan for.  He also surprised me with a new pair of SAS shoes as a year of constant wear had worn a small hole in mine.

My friend Montana Mary knows me well after almost fifty years of friendship.

My friend Montana Mary knows me well after almost fifty years of friendship.

a beautiful book from Kathleen, along with Robert Pyle's Wintergreen for Allan.

a beautiful book from Kathleen, along with Robert Pyle’s Wintergreen for Allan.

books and preserves from Garden Tour Nancy

books and preserves from Garden Tour Nancy

and you can guess whose card had a chicken theme!

and you can guess whose card had a chicken theme!

garden tool ornaments from Don and Jenna

garden tool ornaments from Don and Jenna

flowered kitchen bottles from Lisa and Buzz

flowered kitchen bottles from Lisa and Buzz

We got warm down vests from KBC Mary and Denny and a wealth of chocolates, cocoa, tea, and other treats mixed in with all the assorted presents.  (We’d already been snacking all week on a crackers and cheese gift from Allan’s Seattle-based brother and a selection of “Joy Cups”, organic peanut butter cup style candies from his aunt and uncle.)

Allan made a Christmas eve dinner with savoury chicken, mashed garden potatoes, salad and veg and jellied cranberry sauce from a can (the best kind, in my opinion!)

dinner

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Before I was even awake, Allan set off on an excursion to satisfy his curiosity about what the big pile of dredge spoils on the south side of marina actually looks like close up.

Here's what the pile looked like from the south end of Elizabeth Avenue in Sept. 2012

Here’s what the pile looked like from the south end of Elizabeth Avenue in Sept. 2012

the dredge working to keep the channel open

the dredge working to keep the channel open, taken in November

from our local paper, showing how the dredge places the mud

from our local paper, showing how the dredge places the mud

looking back toward the marina from atop the dredge pile

looking back toward the marina from atop the dredge pile

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Nothing beautiful can be done with this as dredgings keep getting added to it over the years.

Nothing beautiful can be done with this as dredging spoils keep getting added to it over the years.

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panorama made in camera

He noticed that the house on Yellow Bluff on the east end of town is getting disconcertingly close to the edge; I have heard that it has lost part of its lawn slowly over years of winter storms.  At low tide, you can walk a rocky beach along the base of the bluff.

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This telephoto may show the house looking closer to the edge than it actually is. What a view!

It was a muddy rather than a white Christmas morning for Allan.

When he got home, I was in the middle of my coffee and a light breakfast.  We would be having an early Christmas dinner at the Depot.

I had a look at the windblown and weedy front garden…

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and was saved from a couple of hours of gardening by several squalls of drenching rain.

I wanted to get a better photo of the fungus on the front arbour:

There's a reason why I call my Canon camera "Spot".

There’s a reason why I call my Canon camera “Spot”.

mushrooms

Allan's photo, taken with "Spot"

Allan’s photo, taken with “Spot”

and given the Waterlogue treatment

and given the Waterlogue treatment

I was surprised when the photos revealed the fungus to be a trio of upside down mushrooms.  It has been wet around here.

During the day, a local friend took a photo of the beach version of a white Christmas:

photo by Wendy Murry of Avery cavorting in sea foam

guest photo by Wendy Murry of Avery cavorting in sea foam on Christmas day

We met J9 at the Depot for the traditional Christmas Dickens dinner (which is usually held on Christmas eve).  I was glad it had been changed to Christmas day this year, because last night J9 was doing a show on KMUN radio in Astoria.  She is a woman of many hats:  occupational therapy, restaurant service, party helper, and community radio programmer.

The Depot Restaurant

The Depot Restaurant

the Depot culinary-themed tree

the Depot culinary-themed tree

view from our table with Server of the Year Don gliding swiftly

view from our table with Server of the Year Don gliding swiftly

wreath hung on the original door to the train depot

wreath hung on the original door to the train depot

diners at the bar

diners at the bar

We pulled three Christmas crackers and put on our gold paper crowns.

We pulled three Christmas crackers and put on our gold paper crowns.

Each Christmas cracker has a little gift inside along with the crown and a riddle.  Because the crackers were part of J9’s Christmas present, it was particularly cosmic that one gift was a wine stopper with a star on top, as she collects moon and star motifs.  Even more cosmically, another tiny gift was a small heart necklace which fit perfectly with her Christmas gift.

J9 opening her present

J9 opening her present

On a bedside table during last fall’s Cannon Beach Cottage Tour, I’d seen a little picture book called Heart Stones and knew that it would be perfect for J9.  Her daddy collected stones with heart shapes, and when she gardened with me for a few months, she would often find them and say “There’s a daddy rock.”  Now whenever I find a daddy rock, I snag it for her.

the book, and a daddy rock we recently found, and a heart pendant.

We had ordered her the book, and added a daddy rock we recently found; the heart pendant was the perfect addition.

She and I ordered the Dickens dinner: beef and Yorkshire pudding and brussel sprouts with bacon. J9 asked for an end piece and got enough to make tonight’s dinner, and tomorrow’s and the next day’s.

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J9’s dinner(s)

Allan chose the filet mignon.

Allan chose the filet mignon.

Allan and I had delicate eggnog flan for dessert.

Allan and I had delicate eggnog flan for dessert.

and J9 had blackberry bread pudding, which cried out to be "painted in Waterlogue"

and J9 had blackberry bread pudding, which cried out to be “painted in Waterlogue”

As we departed, I examined the window box annuals which will not die and which are now joined by emerging bulb foliage.

Depot windowbox from inside

Depot window box from inside

We drove home through light rain past one especially well lit house in mostly dark Seaview.

only one half of the house, the other half being washed out by a bright security light

only one half of the house, the other half being washed out by a bright security light

We’ve bowed out (at least semi-gracefully, we hope) of a big party tomorrow evening in order to recuperate from our holiday extravaganza.

Today on Facebook, I read a Christmas greeting that says it all to me, from Beth in the upriver town of Skamakowa:

Wishing everyone a looong weekend of peace or noise; family, friends, or solitude; religious and/or cultural celebrations, or none at all; abundant, good food and whatever else brings you joy.

Be patient with the Stupid.
Be careful on the roads.
Be gentle with people who have to work while the rest of us relax.

Happy (awkwardMashUpOfHolidayNames) everyone!

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It certainly is a difficult time of year to find time to just read!  There is so much to do in our beachy towns over the holidays.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

I seemed to find all sorts of little chores to do (and presents to wrap) over the afternoon of Thursday.  I even took a short walk as I have not been getting any gardening exercise due to rainy and windy weather.

When I turned the corner on Pearl Avenue, half a block away, the wind from the south was so strong that my walk became a brief one.

at the meander line, looking west

at the meander line, looking west

and east toward our bogsy woods

and east toward our bogsy woods

The same photo, with painted photo effect by Waterlogue.

The same photo, with painted photo effect by Waterlogue.

I hope this winter to do a post on my other blog about the meander line, the irregular imaginary line that runs east-west between the town and the port.

I made it as far as Don Nisbett’s Art Gallery on Waterfront Way (because I knew there would be cookies).

Don was talking enthusiastically to some high school students who wanted internships.

Don was talking enthusiastically to some high school students who wanted internships.

marina view from the gallery windows

marina view from the gallery windows

I returned home to snoozing cats, who continued to lack a lap to sit on as Allan and I were off out to a watercolor art show just round the block at Grays Harbor Community College’s local annex.

Miss Mary, snoozing

Miss Mary, snoozing

Calvin

Calvin

We found the block long trip, at dusk, to be so wet and wild that we got thoroughly drenched.

Looking west on Lake Street...

Looking west on Lake Street…with Allan just leaving our gate.

Allan's photo, looking east

Allan’s photo, looking east

The watercolours by instructor and students were displayed in the hallway of the college.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

mingling, with art instructor Carol Couch on left

Allan’s photo:  mingling, with art instructor Carol Couch on left

We were pleased that our friend from Seaview, Patti, was at the event, as well.  You might recall that Carol Couch’s studio was one of the venues on the recent studio tour, where we had bought a couple of her prints.  I am hoping to take a class from her, perhaps this winter.  She assured me that she takes rank beginners. Even though I have been enjoying creating, well, fake watercolours from photos with the Waterlogue app, I still would like to learn to create the real thing.

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Patti wisely had her high water pants on.

Some cookies, crackers and cheese had been laid out in the student lounge.

Some cookies, crackers and cheese had been laid out in the student lounge of the small college building.

The outdoor seating area, shieded from wind, shows how damp the weather was at dusk.

The outdoor seating area, shieded from wind, shows how damp the weather was at dusk…looking southwest across the port parking lots.

Since it was Thursday, we went out again later to the Cove Restaurant’s fish taco night (where Allan actually got a tasty $2 fish taco to go with the rest of his meal; I’ve been sidetracked every time  by the ahi tuna dish).  The roads were like lakes, with sheets of rain water driven sideways by the wind.

Allan's photo: looking in the front window of the Cove.

Allan’s photo: looking in the front window of the Cove.

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The restaurant had a musician playing and was so busy that we sat at the counter, an excellent spot for watching the kitchen and getting to have quick chats with Wendy and Sondra when they get a moment to rest.

at the counter

at the counter, with restaurateur Sondra and her sister Wendy at work

view from our counter seats into the busy dining room

view from our counter seats into the busy dining room

George Coleman skillfully entertained with seasonal tunes.

George Coleman skillfully entertained with seasonal tunes.

I’d been craving Chef Jason Lancaster’s food as we had not been in for three weeks.  (Last Thursday’s storm had closed the restaurant down, and the previous Thursday it had been full to overflowing.)

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We shared Prawns Solo and Allan had a fish taco and the udon noodle bowl.

We shared Prawns Solo and Allan had a fish taco and the udon noodle bowl.

Chef Jason says that the sauce in a noodle bowl is better absorbed and enhanced by udon noodles than by yakisoba noodles.

I was thrilled that his delectably prepared ahi tuna was on tonight's menu.

I was thrilled that his delectably prepared ahi tuna was on tonight’s menu.

schmoozing with Jason about food (Allan's photo)

schmoozing with Jason about food (Allan’s photo)

the dining room, still aglow as we were among the last diners to depart.

the dining room, still aglow as we were among the last diners to depart.

After the evening of Thursday, January 1st, the restaurant will be closed for the rest of January.  We hear they will be open for feasting on New Year’s Eve (but won’t be staying open till midnight!)

Friday, 19 December 2014

Friday was a much needed reading day…

I read this and China Bayles mystery.

I read this and China Bayles mystery.

One Perfect Day was written in the droll style of the New Yorker, and made me glad that the wedding I attended last summer was a true home made garden wedding, untouched by the wedding industry.

excerpt

excerpt

Saturday, 20 December 2014

After a Friday of just reading (pure delight), we devoted Saturday to holiday errands.

We had had a pineapple express of rain overnight, as the view of our back garden shows.

We had had a pineapple express of rain overnight, as the view of our back garden shows.

When we went down to the Saturday Market, we heard that the water had been up over the Jessie’s Fish Co loading docks.

We came just after high tide.

We came just after high tide.

It would have looked like this photo from a 2011 edition of the Chinook Observer:

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Inside the Saturday Christmas Market, our mission was to buy a few gifts and to stock up on some frosted cookies from Pink Poppy Bakery.

Pink Poppy owner Madeline Moore

Pink Poppy owner Madeline Moore

lemony frosted cookies

lemony frosted cookies

Local potter Karen Brownlee had a booth today.

Local potter Karen Brownlee had a booth today.

shopping at Lisa Gillespie's booth

shopping at Lisa Gillespie’s booth (Allan’s photo)

double storm flag (Allan's photo)

double storm flag (Allan’s photo)

a delivery to and a present from Don Nisbett (Allan's photo)

a delivery to and a present from Don Nisbett (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo by Don's gallery

Allan’s photo by Don’s gallery

On the way north on a present-delivery run, we popped into NIVA green for reasons we cannot specify here (as our reason had to do with Christmas shopping).

inside NIVA green

inside NIVA green

Heather asked me if I would help out with the NIVA green Facebook page.  She actually asked “How much do you charge?” which is a novel question indeed and one that I much appreciated!  I told her that I had just read that book about the wedding industry in which one wedding planner would not name a price but would wait till the immediate afterglow of a perfectly beautiful wedding and then ask the mother of the bride “How much was it worth to you?”  Anyway, I look forward to being able to add some photo content to the page, as Heather herself is busy creating and acquiring objects of art.

Heather Ramsay sets the world on fire.

Heather Ramsay sets the world on fire.

Heather Ramsay table lamps

Heather Ramsay table lamps and faux heater (Oh how I love them, especially the “heater”)

all sorts of charming little gifties

all sorts of charming little gifties

We left NIVA green to deliver presents to the hydrangea house, Andersen’s RV Park, and Klipsan Beach Cottages.

a mossy wall at the hydrangea house.

a mossy wall at the hydrangea house

the footprints of homeowner Lisa and Buzz's dog, Maddie (Allan's photo)

the footprints of homeowner Lisa and Buzz’s dog, Maddie (Allan’s photo)

I am pretty sure that the owner of Andersen’s doesn’t read this blog; if she does, she is going to see just one day early what her Christmas present is: a delightful history book about trailer life.

bungalows

Onward we drove to Klipsan Beach Cottages, where the garden was well decorated for the season by owners Mary and Denny.

the view west from Mary and Denny's house showing the road to the cottages on the ridge.

the view west from Mary and Denny’s house showing the road to the cottages on the ridge.

KBC

KBC

view in the east gate of the fenced garden

view in the east gate of the fenced garden

photo enhancement by Waterlogue

photo enhancement by Waterlogue

in the garden

in the garden

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

by the office door

by the office door

inside the office

inside the office

Mary and Denny's tree

Mary and Denny’s tree

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Allan's photo: Bella, me, Mary

Allan’s photo: Bella, me, Mary

some pets for Bella

some pets for Bella

We did not linger long as three of Mary’s sisters were there and bustling preparations were underway for more family to arrive.

As we arrived back in Ilwaco, we saw that a large Santa had arrived two blocks west.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

In the evening, our friend J9 joined us at the Sou’wester for a musical play performed by Nick Jaina.  We had been quite taken with him when we saw him on another stormy weekend over a year ago.

Sou'wester Lodge, Allan's photo

Sou’wester Lodge, Allan’s photo

I always love the glow of the vintage trailer court at night.

I always love the glow of the vintage trailer court at night.

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Sou'wester sunporch, Allan's photo

Sou’wester sunporch, Allan’s photo

tonight's event

tonight’s event

Innkeepers and guests were just finishing their dinner in the lodge kitchen.  (Allan's photo)

Innkeepers and guests were just finishing their dinner in the lodge kitchen. (Allan’s photo)

We were offered clam chowder; Allan accepted and said it was delicious.

Allan noticed the "how it works" sign on the living room turntable.

Allan noticed the “how it works” sign on the living room turntable.

With J9, we sat on a couch and waited for a few minutes..

With J9, we sat on a couch and waited for a few minutes.

photo courtesy Sou'wester

photo courtesy Sou’wester

From the Sou’wester event description:  With Nick Jaina “recently back from New Orleans, we have a rare opportunity to witness this thought-provoking performance from one of our favorite artists-in-residence and performers. Please be in your seats by 8 pm.

The Hole in the Coffin is a 50-minute story told through words and music by Nick Jaina about a strange experience he had in New Orleans of going to the funeral of his hero and ending up inside the coffin with a gun and a bible. He tries to unravel the information he is given, reconnect with his former love, and piece together the perfect love song.”

Nick Jaina sang and spoke of mysterious happenings on a visit to New Orleans.

Nick Jaina sang and spoke of mysterious happenings on a visit to New Orleans.

While I am not big on New Year’s resolutions, after this riveting performance I resolved to further my efforts to get out to more Sou’wester events in the future, even though it is so hard to leave the house in the evening once one gets settled in.

The performance inspired a thoughtful mood that distracted me from purchasing a copy of Nick’s book.  I must find out if the Sou’wester has it for sale or else order it online.

jaina

Since I was so impressed last year with a song he wrote about lost love, I am particularly interested in his survey on “the ability of love songs to woo anyone, featuring interviews with people [he’s] written love songs about.”

At home, we added some one more photo to our collection of Ilwaco’s homes for the holidays.

our house (Allan's photo)

our house (Allan’s photo)

We would now have four days to relax before the next round of holiday events.

 

 

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Saturday, 6 December 2014

This Saturday was the biggest winter holiday event in Ilwaco, surpassed in attendance only by the July fireworks and the Slow Drag.

We began the day with a visit to the Saturday market, with a little trash picking along the way.

pouring rain while trash picking in the boatyard garden (Allan's photo)

pouring rain while trash picking in the boatyard garden (Allan’s photo)

a sudden break between squalls

a sudden break between squalls

boatyard garden...Some weeds are creeping in but...NO, it is staycation, not going to weed!

boatyard garden…Some weeds are creeping in but…NO, it is staycation, not going to weed!

The trash picking felt necessary as I knew that just before dusk, folks would be walking along this garden to get to the tree lighting.

stormy light and a rainbow, Howerton Way at the Port

stormy light and a rainbow, Howerton Way at the Port

Allan's photo, looking north

Allan’s photo, looking north

Allan's photo, looking north over Myrtle Avenue and the old Kola boathouses

Allan’s photo, looking north over Myrtle Avenue and the old Kola boathouses (left)

Market, Howerton Way entrance

Market, Howerton Way entrance

Saturday Christmas Market Waterfront Way entrance

Saturday Christmas Market, Waterfront Way entrance

We were pleased that the market had many more vendors than last Saturday and had many delightful offerings.

wooden word flowers

wooden word flowers

blank books

blank books

beachy decorations

beachy decorations

hats

enhanced hats

It occurs to me I should buy one of these; hope the vendor is there next week.

It occurs to me I should buy one of these; hope the vendor is there next week.

seashore wreath

seashore wreath

Best of all, Pink Poppy Bakery was there!

pink

Pink Poppy Bakery gingerbread house

Pink Poppy Bakery gingerbread house kits

and my favourite iced sugar cookies

and my favourite iced sugar cookies

At 4:30, we walked back down to the port to be there for the crab pot tree lighting that happens on the dot of 5 o clock, always the first Saturday of December.

outside Don Nisbett Art Gallery

outside Don Nisbett Art Gallery on Waterfront Way

I popped in to compliment Jenna (Queen La De Da) on her decorating skills.

I popped in to compliment Jenna (Queen La De Da) on her decorating skills.

failed to get a good pic of the lions in front of Time Enough Books...

I failed to get a good pic of the lions in front of Time Enough Books…

Peeked into Purly Shell Fiber Arts, where the scene of children making knitted ornaments reminded me of the Seaside Knitters mystery series.

Peeked into Purly Shell Fiber Arts, where the scene of children making knitted ornaments reminded me of the Seaside Knitters mystery series.

Looked in on Time Enough Books.

Looked in on Time Enough Books.

At the west end of Waterfront Way, the star shone over Jessie's Ilwaco Fish Company.

At the west end of Waterfront Way, the star shone over Jessie’s Ilwaco Fish Company.

wreaths outside the Saturday market, which was still in session

wreaths outside the Saturday market, which was still in session

Holiday lights on Englund Marine

Holiday lights on Englund Marine

In the dusk, failed to get a good telephoto of these active St Bernards.

In the dusk, I failed to get a good telephoto of these active St Bernards heading for the crab pot tree.

4:50 PM as the crowd gathers...

4:50 PM as the crowd gathers…

waiting...

waiting…

view from the crab pot tree to the southwest and Ilwaco Landing

view from the crab pot tree to the southwest and Ilwaco Landing

5 PM sharp" The crowd cheers!

5 PM sharp:  The crowd cheers!

The suspenseful moment:  Would I get a photo with a tree AND the fireworks, working with the time delay click of a little pocket cam?  Success!

After a slight delay, we were treated to "the world's shortest fireworks display"...

After a slight and inintended delay, we were treated to “the world’s shortest fireworks display”…

firework

Our friend Marla had sped down from Seattle and arrived JUST in time for the tree lighting.  She had driven by while I took my first (unlit) tree photos and called out a greeting; I had hoped she would find parking in time, and she did.

Photo by Marla Blazer

Photo by Marla Blazer

Marla's photos

Marla’s photos

Bruce Peterson leads some crabby Christmas carols.

Bruce Peterson leads some crabby Christmas carols.

Our friend Lisa Smith wrote some excellent crabby carol lyrics:

lyrics

 

a joyous gathering

a joyous gathering

tree

Allan’s newish Canon camera had been very uncooperative and he was most disgusted with a $300 camera behaving so badly.  He got many photos that turned out like this:

bad

…and he sorely wished that he had brought his $80 Olympus camera as a back up.

We found Marla in the crowd and walked down along Waterfront Way.  Marla (whom I knew as the glamourous young LaBlaze in my early 30s) and I had recently reunited via Facebook and I found that she has been a frequent visitor to the Long Beach Peninsula and a fan of the Adrift Hotel and the [pickled fish] restaurant.  Before we walked, I helped her fetch her two schnauzers, Weezer and Herkie, from her car.  In the thrill of having a couple of dogs to dote on (especially when I carried the puppy, Herkie!), I sort of forgot to take photos of Santa in Time Enough Books and of diners at OleBob’s Café.  Sometimes life intervenes.  I do wish more volunteers provided photos for Discover Ilwaco.  Allan forgot, too, because he went down on the docks with Marla and the dogs (all four of them braver and more agile than me).

Speaking of brave and agile:

Allan's photo of Marla taking a photo....

Allan’s photo of Marla taking a photo….

and the photo Marla took.

and the photo Marla took.

on the docks (Allan's photo)

on the docks (Allan’s photo)

Weezer makes a friend (Allan's photo)

Weezer makes a friend (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

lighted boats

lighted boats and Jessie’s star

The very low tide did not make for good reflections.

The very low tide did not make for good reflections.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

On shore, the Ilwaco High School Jazz Band regaled passersby in the foyer of Purly Shell.

holiday jazz

holiday jazz

Allan did go into Time Enough books and found the bookstore so crowded that he did not make it far enough back to see Santa.

inside Time Enough Books

inside Time Enough Books

Meanwhile, I was wandering and gabbing with Marla and the dogs and still forgetting to take photos…

me, Marla, and the dogs, Allan's photo

me, Marla, and the dogs, Allan’s photo

…until Allan took Weezer’s leash and I guided Marla into Don Nisbett’s Art Gallery so she could meet Cosmic Blondie, one of the Cosmic Bombshell duo that livens up local events.  Marla herself was a Las Vegas showgirl so I knew that the two would like to meet.

Cosmic Blondie

Cosmic Blondie

Blondie fell hard for little Herkie.

Blondie and Herkie fell in love.

blondies

Don himself was making customers happy, as always.

Don himself was making customers happy, as always.

So, completely forgetting to take more photos, I suggested to Marla that we all go to the Depot Restaurant for dinner.  (On crab pot night, we certainly missed the late lamented Pelicano Restaurant and its view of the port, but then, it would have been full of dinners with no room for spontaneous arrivals).  We were fortunate to get a table at the bustling Depot.

At the Depot, to the right, you can see the window box annuals that still refuse to die, and inside, the lights of the Christmas tree.

At the Depot, to the right, you can see the window box annuals that still refuse to die, and inside, the lights of the Christmas tree.  That’s the historic Clamshell Railroad sign in the middle.

Oysters 'Scargo for Allan and Marla

Oysters ‘Scargo for Allan and Marla

I have figured out why the famous Depot oyster dish is called Oysters ‘Scargo.    The dish in which it is served must be especially made for escargot (which I could never, ever eat!):

a special dish

a special dish: “Six fresh wild local Willapa Petite Oysters broiled in Garlic Lime Butter Served with a Fresh Baguette. “

Marla's photo

Marla’s photo

Peruvian mango sea scallops: "Three giant pan seared wild Atlantic Sea Scallops on a spicy Mango Salsa topped with Pickled Red Onions "

Peruvian mango sea scallops: “Three giant pan seared wild Atlantic Sea Scallops on a spicy Mango Salsa topped with Pickled Red Onions “

Marla had Udon Prawns:  "Udon Prawns: Peanut, Coconut, Tomato and Yam Spicy Broth with Prawns and Udon Noodles Topped with Chopped Green Beans and Cilantro"

Marla had Udon Prawns: “Udon Prawns: Peanut, Coconut, Tomato and Yam Spicy Broth with Prawns and Udon Noodles Topped with Chopped Green Beans and Cilantro”

Marla donned the proffered bib for her prawn dish but turned out to not need it.

Marla donned the proffered bib for her prawn dish but turned out to not need it. (Allan’s photo)

I had the delicious Cinghiale Brasato: “House made Potato Gnocchi sautéed in a Ragout of Braised Wild Boar, Tomatoes, Red Wine and Seasonings topped with shaved Parmesan Cheese” and Allan had the Parmesan Chicken: “Crispy Parmesan Crusted boneless naturally raised Chicken Breast on Yukon Gold Smashed Potatoes topped with house Pomodoro Sauce”.

Allan took a photo of two friends reunited after 20 years.

two

It’s pleasant to find a friend from the past who has turned out to be politically sympatico, and an environmentalist,  with lots of shared memories to amuse ourselves with, and she likes to garden.

Now back to quiet staycation for a few days until the next round of holiday social events.

 

 

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

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Today was Shop Small Saturday, and since I wanted to stay very local (and needed to “cover” the event for Discover Ilwaco), we stuck to the Port of Ilwaco.  I was very well chuffed to have friends Kathleen and J9 come by to join us.  On the way down, I found it terribly difficult not to pull some small weeds from a Howerton Way garden.  With Kathleen’s encouragement, I managed to walk on past them.

J9, Kathleen, and I amble along Waterfront Way (Allan's photo)

J9, Kathleen, and I amble along Waterfront Way (Allan’s photos)

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a crisp sunny day, such a contrast from yesterday

We walked by Time Enough Books.

We walked by Time Enough Books.

And OleBob's.  We would return to both later on.

And OleBob’s. We would return to both later on.

Regular readers will be glad to know that after a week off work, I did not need my cane to make it to the port and back.  In fact, I was not even hobbling!

 

entering this year's Ilwaco Christmas Market venue, the former space of Queen La De Da (who moved her shop downtown)

entering this year’s Ilwaco Christmas Market venue, the former space of Queen La De Da (who moved her shop downtown)

The market will be richer in vendors starting next week.  There was a big craft fair, maybe more than one, in Seaside and maybe Astoria today so crafters were spread a bit thin, we think.  NEXT week Pink Poppy Bakery will be there…but Kathleen will be back in her Olympia home and will miss that delight till she returns in two weeks.

In the Saturday Christmas Market:

It occurs to me I need to look at jewelry and compliment it; I tend to ignore it as I don't wear much (except for the very cool jewelry of Debbie Haugsten).

It occurs to me I need to look at jewelry and compliment it; I tend to ignore it as I don’t wear it much. .(The exception is that I always notice the very cool jewelry of Debbie Haugsten; I wish she had a booth at this market.)

An artist in wood....

An artist in wood….

had made a beautiful boat.

had made a beautiful boat.

The miniature charts were actual antiques.

The miniature charts were actually old, he told us.

boat detail

boat detail

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

In the interest of supporting the market, Allan bought an oyster shell ornament.

In the interest of supporting the market, Allan bought an oyster shell ornament.

wreaths

wreaths

signs

signs

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

When I saw market manager Bruce Peterson carrying a wooden star down the street, I realized he must be planning to put the topper on the crab pot Christmas tree.  I left the market and tailed him for a photo opportunity.

approaching the tree at the west end of Howerton Way

approaching the tree at the west end of Howerton Way

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Peter and Bruce place the star

Peter and Bruce place the star

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"Does it look straight to you?"

“Does it look straight to you?”

Betsy Millard, director of Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum

Betsy Millard, director of Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum

helpers

helpers

zip-tying the lights and greenery

zip-tying the lights and greenery

On the way back, I simply had to stop at the westernmost Howerton Way garden and break the dead stems off of a Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’.  I had meant to bring my clippers.  Kathleen reminded me that I was on staycation but I could not be dissuaded.  After that excitement, we reunited with Allan and J9 and all went into Time Enough Books for awhile.  Before entering, Allan saw co owner Peter putting up some lights.

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Peter making sure the lights reach down to the Purly Shell yarn shop

In the bookstore, my good friend Scout waited to greet new customers.

scout

scout

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Allan's photo; shop dog Scout

Allan’s photo; shop dog Scout

We sat by the fire (Allan's photo)

We sat by the fire (Allan’s photo) and I hope added some ambience.

Allan's photo: lots of patrons for Shop Small Saturday

Allan’s photo: lots of patrons for Shop Small Saturday

Time Enough Books

Time Enough Books

J9, an avid reader, browsing the shelves

J9, an avid reader, browsing the shelves

J9 left us to run assorted errands and head home to her new kittens.  Kathleen and I made a stop into Purly Shell Fiber Arts, right next door to the bookstore.

Purly Shell Christmas tree

Purly Shell Christmas tree

yarn displayed on nautical nets

yarn displayed on nautical nets

in Purly Shell

in Purly Shell (Allan’s photo)

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I tried to start a conversation about the cozy mystery series The Seaside Knitters and how I was loving it so much that it made me want to learn to knit.  This was a missed opportunity as I could at that moment have been easily convinced to take a knitting class.  Allan commented how much our cats would enjoy the yarn.

It does look like a pleasant pastime.

It does look like a pleasant pastime.

Allan departed to work on a home project: getting some Christmas lights hung.  Kathleen and I were starting to feel peckish.  Before lunch, however, we wanted to visit Artist Don Nisbett.

Don in his shop

Don in his shop

cards

cards

tiles

tiles

glasses

glasses

and a marina view...

and a marina view…

We each bought some Christmas cards, and Don signed them for us.

cards by Don

cards by Don

While we were there, a fisherman came in asking for a good place to eat at the port.  Don suggested OleBob’s.  Then the fisherman told us that the boat he’d been on last night was almost the first casualty of the crabbing season.

a fisherman's tale

a fisherman’s tale

The boat called The Hornet had sprung a leak at sea during last night’s windy weather.  The Coast Guard was called.  In choppy seas, some of the expensive crab pots were lost, and crewmate Big John went overboard.  Thankfully, he got back to the side of the boat almost immediately and was saved.  Within just thirty seconds, his legs had gone numb from the cold.  You can see a short Coast Guard video of the rescue here.

Soon Kathleen and I went down the way to OleBob’s ourselves and were pleased to see the fisherman and the owner of the boat ordering a big set of meals for the whole crew.  The boat’s owner told us the leak would be fixed soon and they would go back out.

crab fishermen at OleBob's

crab fishermen at OleBob’s

We waiting peaceably at a corner table while the big order was cooked.

We waiting peaceably at a corner table while the big order was cooked.

views from OleBob's...

views from OleBob’s…

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Kathleen had fish and chips (left) and I had crab cakes (right):

I took a bite of the tasty garlic bread before I remembered to take a photo.

I took a bite of the tasty garlic bread before I remembered to take a photo.

On the way out, we had a look at the two maps where visitors to OleBob’s stick a pin to mark how far they have traveled for a tasty crab cake.

map of the USA

map of the USA

map of the world

map of the world

At home, we found Allan still working on the lights in the quite chilly air.  He kept at it till sunset and took some photos from the roof.

He kept at it till sunset...(Allan's photo)

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The Jessie’s star, right

 

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lights partially installed; more icicle lights to come

one string of lights on the back of the house

Kathleen left for her beach cabin in time to get home before the roads  iced up.  As I write this in the late evening, it’s 29 degrees outside and I am looking forward to six days of reading.  Only one more work task remains: the billing for November, and then I can turn to books for several days before next Saturday’s lighting of the Crab Pot Christmas Tree calls us out again.

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 It took all tedious day to do the billing.  Now that it is done, I REALLY feel like I am on staycation!

The last gardening news for November:

Allan got the darling little cyclamens from Kathleen planted.

Allan got the darling little cyclamens from Kathleen planted.

The wheelbarrow got a tune up in Allan's shop, and the gardening tools got unloaded from the van.

The wheelbarrow got a tune up in Allan’s shop, and the gardening tools got unloaded from the van.

I am sorry to say we already have a call from a client who needs some help with a bulb transplanting project, so a few tools will have to go back in so we can come to her rescue.  (There are always a few job-related tasks that come up to interfere with pure staycation.)

a bouquet of chrysanthemums from Long Beach still in bloom by the window

a bouquet of chrysanthemums from Long Beach still in bloom by the window

Fatsia 'Spiders Web' is still holding up well.

Fatsia ‘Spiders Web’ is still holding up well.

The front garden is pretty well crispy.

The front garden is pretty well crispy.

We have but one small tomato left of the last handful that I brought in before the cold night.

We have but one small tomato left of the last handful that I brought in before the cold night.

And the cats are well settled in for the winter.  For much of the rest of staycation, at least any cold and/or rainy days, I hope to be joining them on this chair:

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Thursday, 11 September 2014

Yesterday, we had lots of butterflies on Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’; today, we had much deadheading of Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’ (getting tiresome!).

Just before going to work, I got neighbour dog Rudder to walk over to me for a good scritchy scratch.

Rudder

Rudder

He got just as much as he wanted, and then walked away with great dignity to lie down again.

next door

next door

We took enough time to water our volunteer garden at the post office; in full sun, it gets terribly dry.

We took enough time to water our volunteer garden at the post office; in full sun, it gets terribly dry.

The Depot Restaurant

We gave the cosmos a good deadheading and some water to supplement the sprinkler system. There is only one Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’ to deadhead there.

It's to the far right in the half barrel.

It’s to the far right in the half barrel (behind the sideways railroad history sign).

I never tire of deadheading the cosmos.  Perhaps that is because they are just the right height.

I never tire of deadheading the cosmos. Perhaps that is because they are just the right height.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Long Beach Welcome Sign

The welcome sign, on the other hand, has about 12 Butterflies. I thought the Cosmos ‘Happy Ring’ were going to be shorter; the Butterflies are partially hidden behind them (so I slacked off a bit on the grooming, I must admit).

welcome sign front and back

welcome sign front and back

the front with Cosmos 'Happy Ring', Geranium 'Rozanne' (hope it will be bigger next year), and Bidens.

the front with Cosmos ‘Happy Ring’, Geranium ‘Rozanne’ (hope it will be bigger next year), and Bidens.

Red Barn Arena

Up Sandridge Road to the Red Barn and Diane’s garden…

An awfully cute truck was parked at the Red Barn, where we deadheaded four half barrels of Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’.

I think it was from Idaho.

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I have a feeling that is the truck's name.

I have a feeling that is the truck’s name.

If I had the ability, our van would look something like that (except it would be called Cosmos).

We had an audience near the side door of the barn.

half barrel with Cosmos 'Sonata' and Agyranthemum 'Butterfly'

half barrel with Cosmos ‘Sonata’ and Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’

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crab pots stacked near the barn awaiting the winter season

crab pots stacked near the barn awaiting the winter season

Diane’s garden

Next door to the Red Barn by Diane’s house, Misty was snoozing but woke up for a belly rub.

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my good friend Misty

 

the roadside garden

the roadside garden with cosmos, Stipa gigantea, Perovskia (Russian sage)

Andersen’s RV Park

Over Cranberry Road to Pacific Highway and Andersen’s RV Park…

the sunwashed west side former poppy garden now full of blue beach asters

the sunwashed west side former poppy garden now full of blue beach asters

The park was filling up with an RV club or two. We weeded, deadheaded cosmos and deadheaded something like twenty Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’.

six half barrels

six half barrels (three each side) on the drive to the RV spaces

Tigridia (Mexican shell flower) in the Payson Hall clubhouse planters

Tigridia (Mexican shell flower) in the Payson Hall clubhouse planters. (The dark blue is painted sage.)

One Airstream was parked down by the garden shed in the solitary spot that gives the park guest a private garden setting of their own.

an Airstream by the garden shed

an Airstream by the garden shed

It was 79 degrees, much too hot for our comfort, as we headed south toward Long Beach and Ilwaco.

It was 79 degrees, much too hot for our comfort, as we headed south toward Long Beach and Ilwaco.

We made a quick stop at home where I saw that my young Rosa pteracantha, newly planted in the front garden, is indeed in a good spot to have its thorns backlit by afternoon sun.

Rosa pteracantha (winged rose)

Rosa pteracantha (winged rose)

Port of Ilwaco

Due to the prolonged warm dry spell, I watered the Ilwaco boatyard while Allan did some watering of the Howerton Way garden beds at the Port.

I like the way the boatyard garden is being allowed to jump behind the fence a bit without the boatyard crew resorting to Round Up.

I think the escapees look great.

I think the escapees look great.

California poppies behind the fence by the sanican.

California poppies behind the fence by the sanican.

The boatyard watering is done with hoses hooked up to various faucets behind the fence, so I can only look at the garden, not weed it.

Behind the fence is a line of electrical and water hook ups for boats being worked on.

Behind the fence is a line of electrical and water hook ups for boats being worked on.

It's interesting to see the boats come and go, and most of the boat people express appreciation for the garden.

It’s interesting to see the boats come and go, and most of the boat people express appreciation for the garden.

I hadn't seen Chaos from Alaska before.

I hadn’t seen Chaos from Alaska before.

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The Mystique has been here all summer, as its owner fixes it up for a long winter sail to southern climes.

Mystique

Mystique

Steve's dog barks all the way to getting petted.

Steve’s dog, Aleutia, barks all the way to getting petted. I like her very much.

Our local paper had an excellent article recently about the stories behind some of these summer’s boats, including Steve’s.

“Steve Van Ronk is working on the masts of 41-foot sailing boat, Mystique.

“I’m a single guy with a dog, why not sell my house and sail around the world?” said Van Ronk, an artist and committed world traveler.

He hopes to have the masts finished and a crew in place so he can sail down the coast and spent the winter in Mexico — and figure out the rest when he reaches Panama.

Aleutia, Van Ronk’s certified wilderness search and rescue dog, will join him.” (writer Katie Wilson)

I could see enough weeds from behind the fence to decide to put some weeding of the boatyard on tomorrow’s agenda if we have time.

the garden side of the boatyard fence

the garden side of the boatyard fence

Meanwhile:

Allan's photo: leftovers in the gardens from Slow Drag at the Port

Allan’s photo: leftovers in the gardens from Slow Drag at the Port

Allan's photo, west end of Howerton Way

Allan’s photo, west end of Howerton Way

When he joined me back the boatyard, I asked him to cut down some big annual strawflower-something at the end (a plant given us to try out by The Planter Box).

before

before

after!

after! They had been thriving in such a narrow, dry spot (and had been pretty with yellowy amber flowers earlier in the season)

Before we had our traditional Thursday night dinner treat, we checked on the garden by the Port Office, with this view.

the marina

the marina

port office garden

port office garden

You can tell the difference between the port hanging baskets and Don’s Nisbett’s at his art gallery right next door. All were from The Basket Case Greenhouse at about the same time.

Don Nisbett Art Gallery

Don Nisbett Art Gallery

Don babies his with lavishings of water and miracle gro. Nancy at the port says she is going to get him to take care of the office baskets, too…but if the office baskets hang this low, they will smother my garden! What a dilemma.

Dinner at the Cove

Parking Lot Cat was too interested in this vehicle's bumper to greet us.

Parking Lot Cat was too interested in this vehicle’s bumper to greet us.

PLC

PLC

We joined Steve and John of the bayside garden and their funny and endearing neighbour, Ron (whose garden was part of the old Clarke Nursery and was also on the recent garden tour) at the Cove Restaurant for fish taco Thursday. Ron is a golfer and it was clear that he was a favourite of the restaurant staff.

Steve and John just know they are going to be blog fodder.

Steve and John just know they are going to be blog fodder.

At the table right next to us sat our friends Don Nisbett and Jenna (Queen La De Da) and their son Joe.

At the table right next to us sat our friends Don Nisbett and Jenna (Queen La De Da) and their son Joe (posing as blog fodder).

tonight's menu

tonight’s menu

Steve and John had delicious, cool Caesar salads…the best anywhere, they say. I had no idea till tonight that one can get them served with anchovies! Next time…

caesar salad and a nice glass of white wine

caesar salad and a nice glass of white wine

fried artichokes with cajun dipping sauce

fried artichokes with creole dipping sauce

Allan's strawberry salad

Allan’s strawberry salad

Allan was the only one who actually ordered a $2 fish taco.  They are tasty.

Allan was the only one who actually ordered a $2 fish taco. They are tasty.

John braised the lemony broth bathing the steamer clams.

John braised the lemony broth bathing the steamer clams.

I can't seem to break away from ordering the ahi tuna.

I can’t seem to break away from ordering the ahi tuna.

A slice of peach pie was Allan's reason for just getting one fish taco and a salad.

A slice of peach pie was Allan’s reason for just getting one fish taco and a salad.

There was much talk about gardening and plants, of course. Steve has started to read the Tootlepedal blog daily, and showed us a photo that he particularly admired.

After dinner, we examined the new art show, painting by a retired Fish and Wildlife employee named David Shipley. I think it was safe for him to give up his day job to paint.

Ron very much liked this painting.

Ron very much liked this painting.

I found the geese remarkably realistic.

I found the geese remarkably realistic.

We were all among the last to leave the restaurant after dark, which is what always seems to happen when we dine with friends there.

 

 

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Thursday, 28 August 2014

On the way to work, I took a bouquet of flowers to Luanne at Olde Towne Café for the art night event later on. It recently occurred to me that using the dark foliage of my assorted Physocarpus shrubs would look great in bouquets and help keep the shrubs to a reasonable size for a mixed border.

bouquet and art

bouquet and art

While taking a few photos for the café’s Facebook page, I saw a book that I had loved:

The Child from the Sea by Elizabeth Goudge

The Child from the Sea by Elizabeth Goudge

Luanne said she loved it, too, and had read it many times, and she retrieved it from the for sale books, after all. She had looked for other books by Goudge and not found any; I told her I have a collection: Eight, as it turns out, so the next day I took her my copy of The Castle on the Hill to read.

outside Olde Towne

outside Olde Towne

Casa Pacifica

Then we were off to the Casa Pacifica garden, three miles east of the Peninsula. We don’t get there as often as we should, and I have said our feelings won’t be hurt if Dan and Leanne find someone else, but so far, they are willing to wait.

This is what Agyranthemum 'Butterfly' looks like undeadheaded for awhile.

This is what Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’ looks like undeadheaded for awhile.

and cleaned up

and cleaned up, with new blooms to come

After deadheading the seven barrels down by the garage/workshop, we went to the house level of the garden.

My good friend, Dusty, greeted me.

My good friend, Dusty, greeted me.

My black lab, Bertie Woofter, used to make that same face.

My black lab, Bertie Woofter, used to make that same quizzical face.

Progress with Darcy:  She almost took a biscuit from my hand.

Progress with Darcy: She almost took a biscuit from my hand.

Spook and Darcy being shy.

Spook and Darcy being shy.

Poor old Spook is getting very stiff.

Poor old Spook is getting very stiff.

The maple by the front porch is the front garden's best feature.

The maple by the front porch is the front garden’s best feature.

five barrels of colour by the upper driveway

five barrels of colour by the upper driveway

just a bit of the back garden, which is dry due to a low well.

just a bit of the back garden, which is dry due to a low well.

The garden itself does not take very long as weeds don’t grow when it is so dry. I’d love to get some washed dairy manure mulch up there, but it is too much work for me to get it up and over the rock wall (after wheelbarrowing all the way across the lawn from the driveway). That’s a job for someone younger.

My buddy again.

My buddy again.

We needed to check on the Ilwaco gardens for art night; I was pleased that we would have time to do a few other tasks first, as that would make Friday much easier.

The Depot Restaurant, Seaview

At the Depot, we still have some cosmos that are waiting...and waiting...to bloom.

At the Depot, we still have some cosmos that are waiting…and waiting…to bloom.

The Helenium is just about done.

The Helenium is just about done…

While the clumping (not running) Solidago 'Fireworks' is just coming into its glory.

…while the clumping (not running) Solidago ‘Fireworks’ is just coming into its glory.

Long Beach Welcome Sign

The welcome sign takes so long to deadhead each week that it was excellent to get it done before Friday.

It's a good thing the Cosmos 'Happy Ring' only thrived at the sunnier end of the back of the sign, or it would have blocked the "Thank You".

It’s a good thing the Cosmos ‘Happy Ring’ only thrived at the sunnier end of the back of the sign, or it would have blocked the “Thank You”.

Allan walks the ledge to get deadheads at the front of the sign.

Allan walks the ledge to get deadheads at the front of the sign.

Port of Ilwaco

As we entered Ilwaco, we saw a charming scene outside of Olde Towne.

Olde Towne again, customers surrounded by Luanne's container garden

Olde Towne again, customers surrounded by Luanne’s container garden

We had been wanting all summer to try out a new café at the port and finally had time. We’d heard that Nate’s Coastal Cones and Snacks had excellent wraps, and the word of mouth reviews were correct.

Nate's

Nate’s

We split this very tasty lunch so we would have an appetite for dinner at the Cove in the evening.

We split this very tasty lunch so we would have an appetite for dinner at the Cove in the evening. You get to choose your ingredients from a long list.

the view

the view

and an interesting boat house in the marina

and an interesting boat house in the marina

Then we got back to work weeding and watering the gardens by the Port Office, Time Enough Books, and Don Nisbett Art Gallery.

Time Enough Books garden boat

Time Enough Books garden boat; I think I need to move the golden marjoram and add to the sea of blue Geranium ‘Rozanne’.

The Howerton Way gardens had held up very well from our last weeding, so we moved on quite soon to the boatyard garden.

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north end of the boatyard garden (with more Solidago ‘Fireworks’)

Cosmos and a few poppy stragglers

Cosmos and a few poppy stragglers

The weather while we were weeding was uncomfortably hot by our standards (probably only 70 degrees or so); by the time we dumped our debris at the east end of the port, a cooling fog was rolling in.

delicious!!

delicious!!

Then it was time for a visit to the last monthly Art Night of the season.

one of our smaller Howerton Way gardens

one of our smaller Howerton Way gardens

Don's Gallery with baskets from the Basket Case Greenhouse

Don’s Gallery with baskets from the Basket Case Greenhouse

Don and Jenna (Queen La De Da)

Don and Jenna (Queen La De Da)

Don's Gallery always draws visitors.

Don’s Gallery always draws visitors.

the view

the view

as we left, looking west along Howerton Way

as we left, looking west along Howerton Way

We made an ever so quick stop at Olde Towne to get some photos.

Olde Towne art night

Olde Towne art night

One of the artists, Cynthia Pride Moore.

One of the artists, Cynthia Pride Moore.

I especially like this piece by Elizabeth Chappelle.

I especially like this piece by Elizabeth Chappelle.

We had to move on, because I had a strong feeling that I did not want to miss our Thursday tradition of dinner at The Cove.

Parking Lot Cat was glad to see us!

Parking Lot Cat was glad to see us!

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

PLC and me (Allan’s photo, of course)

When we entered, the restaurant had every table full. Just before I said we would sit at the bar, we were told “You’re sitting with those two!” There were Steve and John of the bayside garden that we so admire. We had been vaguely planning a Thursday night Cove dinner, then they had had company; today I had thought at around 3 o clock of sending them an email but it seemed too late, and I was not sure when we would be able to leave art night. Cosmically, Steve had emailed ME at 3 o clock, and they had decided to go anyway. Allan and I were delighted. We had delicious food and conversation all about gardening, entertained with photos of the way their garden looks right now, which led to plans to garden tour there next Tuesday.

The food was delectable, as always.

Chef Jason Lancaster gifted us with a sample of his new lobster roll, which we split four ways.

Chef Jason Lancaster gifted us with a sample of his new lobster roll, which we split four ways.

the ahi tuna artistry of the week

the ahi tuna artistry of the week

Steve and John each had caesar salads and fish tacos.

Steve and John each had caesar salads and fish tacos, all pronounced delicious.

I was delighted to hear that Steve has subscribed to and daily reads the Tootlepedal blog, loves Mr Tootlepedal’s droll writing style and his wonderful photos of birds, gardens, and scenery.

Now we, and you, have a visit to their garden to anticipate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 31 July 2014

The Planter Box garden center

Allan wanted to buy some more of our favourite hand tool, the Ho Mi/Korean Hand Plow/Zen Digger/E-Z Digger, so we stopped at the Planter Box and were pleased to find the tool in stock. He had tried ordering some online and had gotten, from two different companies, ho-mis with the handle too long!

too long and all wrong!

too long and all wrong!

Just right

Just right

We saw that there are some gorgeous cosmos for sale, now planted up in large pots:

cosmos

cosmos