Posts Tagged ‘finger blight’

 Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Looking out my window (over the storage/water trailer/garbage area), I saw that the driveway was wet, oh joy!  Such a relief to know the gardens got some water.

Ilwaco Fire Station

I planted some assorted sunflower seeds at the fire station.

Ilwaco Post Office

I wanted to quickly plant 12 cosmos in our volunteer garden at the post office.  Quickly was not the word because of how weedy it had gotten.

It took an hour to make space and get the plants in.

While we were gardening there, someone from the port office came to get mail and told us that yesterday evening, she had seen a man and a boy picking an armload of flowers from the boatyard garden.  When she asked him not to, he was argumentative and said “No one is going to take care of them and I’m keeping them from dying.”  (“No one is going to take care of them”!!!!!!) She and I had a good conversation that I fervently hope will result, and soon, with some official “Do not pick” signage from the port.  Our polite little “Please leave the flowers for everyone to enjoy” signs are not working.

I thought of a few more things to say so I went to the port office while Allan planted cosmos in the office garden (south side).  The baskets from Basket Case Greenhouse had been hung.

Couldn’t get a long shot because the port truck was there.

curbside gardens on the south side of the port office

I did not want to look at the boatyard so we went on to add more to the planters in

Long Beach.

I am tired of planting.

I asked Allan to make room for a blue felicia daisy by the blue painted Benson’s restaurant.



The golden variegated vinca in that planter is beautiful but much too aggressive for my taste.

Allan was entertained while planting by motorcycle tourists.

taking pictures of their bikes

They asked a Long Beach crew member to take their photo with the frying pan.

The south east quadrant of Fifth Street Park:

Gunnera and Darmera peltata

Later, Allan photographed a hole where a trailing plant had gotten stolen.

I am upset. And tired of this.

We added a few cosmos to the west side of city hall.

Shelburne Hotel and Pub

Today was Melissa’s birthday.  Allan and I worked on the Shelburne garden for 45 minutes until the birthday dinner at the pub began.

the back edible and shady totem pole garden

front garden looking north

and south

In the pub:

avocado toast

chopped salad

pub burger

cranberry curd tart

Melissa declared her chocolate pot du creme the best ever.

Allan took an amusing group photo.

We stayed till well past closing time (with permission from bartender Juan).

On the way to our van, after Dave and Mel had left, we went into the back garden to see if the tiny daisy flowers of the Zaluzianskya (night scented phlox) were scenting the courtyard.  They were, intoxicatingly.

the lawn by night (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo, pub deck

At home, I was able to make the work list shorter by erasing Long Beach parks and planters.

*Annuals Planting Time AKA Annuals Planting Hell

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Tuesday, 15 May 2018

Long Beach

I wanted to get one more intersection of Long Beach planters done today, mainly because they needed watering from the last round of planting.  All I had to do was add Cosmos ‘Sonata’ to one street planter and to the big Lewis and Clark Square planter.

In just two planters on that intersection, we found:

an allium broken and ruined before it ever bloomed (Allan’s photo)

a santolina pulled up and left with its roots gasping in the air.

a planter with alliums on one side still fine…

but the matching set on the other side completely gone, bulbs and all

and a Dutch iris pulled out and left lying on top of other plants, still in bud.

I fumed and muttered about quitting public gardening.  And yet I feel it is my mission, and I don’t want to work for wealthy people’s private gardens that only they and their friends or paying garden tour guests see. I feel public gardens give joy to people of all incomes.  And yet…I can hardly stand the vandalism.  (My headache was not going away.)

Dutch Iris and Allium christophii that have escaped being destroyed, so far (Allan’s photo)

the two planters I worked on

Cerinthe major purpurascens (Allan’s photo)

Allan watering

We still had more planters to finish, but today was the day to to planting at…

The Red Barn

which just got four red diascias added to the barrels.

Allan photographed Amy and horses….

And a little bird.

Diane’s garden

We planted all Diane’s containers, and added a few plants along the road and in the septic box garden. Of course, it took an hour longer than I had hoped.

Allan’s photos:

Along the road…


The bench is to protect plants from exuberant new puppy, Holly. Our good old friend Misty is on the porch.

The puppy in question:

I told Diane at least the raised septic box was safe from puppy Holly; she replied that Holly had jumped up and run across it a couple of times.

my photos; the septic garden still needs more.

On the way home, we did a watering session at

The Shelburne Hotel….

Allan watered by the new courtyard in the back.

Looks like a bocce ball or a  dog tangled with the borage patch.

After watering the Shelburne, I went home to struggle with my headachy brain over the mid month billing. Allan watered the Ilwaco planters with the water trailer for the first time this year and found this Diascia ‘Blackthorn Apricot’ interesting.

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Wednesday, 28 March 2018

a calendula by our driveway (Allan’s photo)

Fritillaria meleagris (Allan’s photo)

Shelburne Hotel

I had a few plant starts ( cyclamens from MaryBeth and Geranium ‘Ann Folkard’ from Klipsan Beach Cottages) to plant in the Shelburne front garden.  It had been on my mind to get back there and see how the garden is doing.  I wish it would “do” faster.  I miss having lots of spring bulbs in it.  Next year!  I took some narcissi from my garden  and left them by the kitchen sink, hoping someone could find it useful.

Outside, the only especially maddening weed I found was the dratted Aegopodium, which is thick at the south end and, unfortunately, popping up elsewhere as well.

a horde horrendous little aegepodium leaves at the south end (among the scilla)

in the center of the garden….nooooo!

looking north

looking south

I was most pleased when one of my most admired local gardeners came round the corner for lunch in the pub and said that the garden HAD gone to weeds but was now looking much better.  He had brought two little friends with him.

One had hopped into the garden and was gently removed.

I am feeling so eager for the plants to start to show.


and March 11. Some progress.

I planted my baby Sansuisorba ‘Lilac Squirrel’ with Allan’s protective teepee.  I found that mine at home is finally leafing out so I could put my new one in here.

Long Beach, Bolstad Beach Approach

We returned to the all consuming task of weeding the beach approach, after doing a small bit of deadheading downtown.

in a downtown planter (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Before driving to the approach, we dumped Sunday’s debris and gathered some mulch.

our low tech method

on the approach garden (Allan’s photo)

mulch added to a couple of sections

We began weeding where we had left off.  The red buoy is at the end of the gardens.

six sections to go

Befores and afters (mostly Allan’s photos):

We finished one section in two and a half hours and started the next.

second section, before

I enjoy the parade of delightful dogs all day.

Our neighbour Jared strolled by with his good dogs:

Rudder and Yarrow

Below, see those holes in the weeds? That is where I had planted some Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, of which I have plenty, to try to fill in with something free.  Every one has been stolen and I am so exasperated.  And furious. This is why, other than shrubs and roses, the gardens look so empty.  This is why we can’t have nice things.

I also find much evidence of the theft by digging of narcissi bulbs.  Below, evidence that was discarded on the ground after some fool took the bulb and no foliage, apparently.  Or someone just pulled the plant apart for fun.  Deer do not do this to narcissi.

I placed it on the post for your examination.

I am just going to encourage more wild beach lupine.  I can’t have anything fancier here.

Sometimes I think about writing a letter to the editor or speaking at Long Beach city council.  Then I think that would just alert people to where to find good plants for free.

willows, by where we dump weeds

When I got this far in the second section, I did not think I would make it to the planter.  Allan put a cookie on the rock to keep me going.  I was not amused, so he placed it where I could reach it. Three ibuprofens later, I did make it to the end.

The afters, (all by Allan), section one:

section two:

Now we have this far to go to the buoy:

at home

In picking narcissi for the Shelburne this morning, I had noticed that a depressing number were tattered by snails, so I had to find enough evening energy to totter around the garden tossing out some Sluggo pellets.

Narcissus ‘Frosty Snow’, cat memorial garden

Narcissus ‘Frosty Snow’

center bed (with loads of shotweed)

Podophyllum ‘Spotty Dotty’!

gunnera and rain puddles

I must divide this Japanese iris soon!

bogsy wood after rain

Oh dear, I may have coppiced my golden leycesterias and my smokebush too hard and too soon:

looks ominous

akebia by the driveway

Four beach approach sections to go and then I MUST get the rest of the sweet peas planted.

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Monday, 12 March 2018

The first gardening event of the day was checking on a garden (which I will not name and shame) and being told by the maintenance guy that he had sprayed “some weeds” that turned out to be poppies in the gravel.  I was not happy.  I only blew a very small gasket as I tenderly held the still damp poppy seedlings in a gloved hand.  I said that dead little plants from Round Up look worse than little green plants, even if they had been little weeds.

After that sad event, we checked on the Shelburne Hotel garden because I feared I had left a small tool in the garden.  (I had not; turned out Allan had picked it up.)  Because of the hot weather, we found two new plants all droopy and gave them emergency bucket watering.

All but two of the photos today are by Allan.

sad hellebore

sadder primula

Long Beach

We went on to finish the parking lot berms.

weeding with the ho-mi

Stipa gigantea before

and after

lightweight summer clothes and a hat to keep off the sun

north berm, after

rugosa roses in the south berm

I must admit that there were just a couple of areas of quack grass in rugosa roses that we did not successfully weed.  We usually do a good weeding of this garden later, around the end of April.  I was pleased to get as much done as we did.  We left the quaking grass (Briza medea) standing because, even though it looks like a weed to most passersby, it has charming seedheads later which we will leave for awhile before pulling.  It pulls easily.

part of the south berm, after

While on the way to dump our big load of debris in the late afteroon, I looked at my phone.  I had had the strangest feeling earlier this week that, because of my book blogging obsession of late, I could have missed something terribly important in someone’s life on my Facebook newsfeed.  As we entered the city works yard, I saw the post that a local gardener I had known had just died, an assisted death because of aggressive brain cancer, which I soon learned had been just one month from diagnosis to unsuccessful surgery and then to her passing.  I was in shock but couldn’t feel much because we still had one more job to do at

The Shelburne Hotel

I had bucketed some mulch out of the garbage can of Soil Energy that I keep at home for garden emergencies, because I had decided yesterday that an end piece of little shade bed at the Shelburne desperately needed fluffing up.


Allan, with a couple of flat rocks that I had found, made the path a little wider.  I had brought some little lavender double primroses to put in.

A not quite the same angle before from a couple of days ago:

The flowers that had been sad this morning had perked up.  They all got another bucket of water.

at home

I finally had some time to think.  The gardener who had died must have been so scared.  We had been just becoming closer friends when the election of November 2016 revealed a world-view schism that gently ended our communication by mutual and melancholy agreement.  I had sort of thought that eventually we would drift back into an pleasant gardening acquaintanceship or friendship.  A different person than me would have tried harder. Now I could only hope in an afterlife where she could be reunited with her beloved and wonderful dog, who had died a year and a half before and was deeply mourned and missed.  The same kind of aggressive brain cancer took another dear gardening friend of mine after blindness and a harsh three year battle.

At my desk, I opened my Facebook messaging and found this from Nancy, co-owner of the Depot Restaurant:

“A [elderly] diner and her hubby left and went outside while their kids finished their wine. Pretty soon she comes back with a bouquet of daffodils…..saying look what she found outside growing wild…..[She was told] they are not wild, we pay good money to have our garden…. People never cease to amaze me.” I wrote back asking if the old woman had climbed OVER the tall horizontal log barrier to get to the garden (which I find hard to climb over) and Nancy said yes, she had climbed right over it.  Now that’s spry!  (I was given permission to say where this happened!)

The work board shows that only the Ilwaco boatyard garden remains on the spring clean up list.

I found it harder than usual to sleep and finally did while picturing my late gardening friend and her beautiful big golden brown smiling dog in a misty field of grass and flowers.  Please let it be so.

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Thursday, 3 August 2017


Ilwaco Post Office garden

I realized that the tall lilies are getting pulled down by a rather pretty and pretty annoying perennial sweet pea vine that volunteered in this garden.  I waited too long to try to eliminate it and now am stuck with this look.  I’d break the lilies if I fought with the vine now.


Rudbeckias donated by Our Kathleen


I’d like to have balls of silver santolina running all across the front.  But I have no budget, and no one has good ones for sale at the moment.  I will stick in more cuttings this fall.

Long Beach

We weeded Veterans Field gardens.  The Jake the Alligator Man birthday party event will be there this weekend, with lots of bands and some “Bride of Jake” contestants.  I won’t be going because, great though the event is, for me it can’t compete with a day off at home.


Just before heading to the main street to water…


Today, we decided the trees needed watering again because of the heat.  That meant I again watered most of the planters.  The trees, while fewer, are harder to water because the faucet connector is underground in each one.  Watering was a good job for this 80°F day.


SO HOT.  Yet 81 felt so much better than yesterday’s 95.

Photos from my walkabout:


Bees loving Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’




I wanted to take a photo of this round ball of lavender, but it was missing some lavender colour….


Because someone had picked themselves a bunch, coming armed with clippers, and leaving stubs.


The other side! I thought….only to find…


…another batch had been picked.

An accountant from Powell Seillor had something to show me.


She had found a beautiful sunflower painted rock!


bonus art on the back




more tigridia


and more


My “Ann Lovejoy” plant, pink oenothera, has reseeded at the curb.


Gladiolus papilio


Gladiolus papilio inside


worth a close look


For a refreshing scent on a hot day, smell the santolina foliage.  Lemony!


I love the white catananche

Because Jake the Alligator Man resides in Marsh’s museum, I gave some attention to that corner of Fifth Street Park.  I planted some new lilies last fall.  Apparently, I did not read the description well, because they are ridiculously short.  I like lilies to be at least four feet tall.


Ridiculously short!  Will move them to a planter somewhere.


huge flowers and one foot tall = just silly


Love Helenium!


the carousel


We get lots of compliments on the flowers (and the Basket Case hanging baskets; I always say where they are from).  Sometimes when I am elsewhere, I think about how people are enjoying the flowers right at that moment.

I noticed a huge blackberry in the back of Third Street Park and was unable to pull it down and clip it.



gazebo in Third Street Park


At the Bolstad intersection, I spotted an ugly plant problem kitty corner from where I was watering.


brown flowers on lady’s mantle


only had time to clip some of it



I adore agastaches.

Allan’s walkabout photos:


sidewalk traffic jam


I noticed this cutie, too, and remembered my friend Coco who moved away.


NIVA green


Geranium ‘Rozanne’


Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ by Wind World Kites


a cool bike



I sent Allan after the big blackberry.  His photos:




also a fireweed (rosebay willowherb)

I had noticed we were losing the sidewalk to rugosa roses on the south wall of the police station, so we finished downtown Long Beach by trimming them to make room for all the Jake brides to sashay by.


Allan’s photos:



Allan tidied the corner garden in Veterans Field while I worried over my foot, replacing the bandage on my sad little toe and removing the Superfeet insert to make the toe feel better, even though that makes the heel feel so much worse.


a sad moment

We hauled water out to just one planter on the dry Bolstad approach…


the Lisa Bonney memorial planter

And we checked up on the city hall garden.  The office staff was sad that someone had stolen the “Horton Hears a Who” flower, the elephant garlic,  I told them I will plant dozens here in autumn.


Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ and clipped elephant garlic (Allan’s photo)


Allan watered the street trees and planters while I weeded at the boatyard garden.



I weeded from the north end to here…


and as far as the gate.

Tomorrow morning we will finish the southern section.  Our…


…is that there will be an art walk at the port Friday evening, with a few downtown businesses joining in.


Cosmos ‘Seashells’

I suddenly realized I was no longer hot and miserable.  The sun had dropped enough to make the temperature enjoyable.


More of those ridiculous new short lilies, almost hidden.


a helianthus that I acquired from Andersen’s RV Park…quite a runner.


street tree poppies (Allan’s photo)


poppies resseded at the curb near a planter (Allan’s photo)


Helenium (but which one?) at the boatyard (Allan’s photo)


desperately trying to get the horsetail by the gate


the gate

We stopped at seven.  One more hour and I could have had it all weeded to the south end.  However, we were having our North Beach Garden Gang dinner a day early this week because Melissa was going to Portland Friday to visit her mum.

We did not have far to go because our destination was Salt Hotel at the port. (It was busy and we got a seat toward the middle, thus no window views for your entertainment.  We could see the view with diners that might not appreciate being photographed.)


delicious smoked tuna melt with salad subbed for fried


Melissa’s burger


crab mac (Allan’s photo)


nachos for Dave (Allan’s photo)

Tomorrow, we will finish weeding the boatyard.  I also noticed, before dinner, that the Time Enough Books curbside garden needs watering for art night.  I would like to make three art night bouquets for my favourite businesses, and we need to get to the Klipsan Beach Cottages garden, which got postponed due to heat, and we need new plants for the empty Ilwaco planter which now DOES have a hole drilled by the city crew.

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Thursday, 27 July 2017

My sore heel had felt so much better yesterday with my new shoes and Superfeet inserts that I started today with high hopes.

Before we left home, I saw a woman looking over our fence and heard Allan chatting with her while he hooked up the trailer.  I went outside and invited her and her cute dog to tour the back garden.  My foot felt pretty good walking around on the soft grass.


tour guest Lacy (Allan’s photo)


Cleo and Lacy (Allan’s photo)



by the bogsy woods; I was saying how this used to be river bank.

After that pleasant beginning to the day, we were off to water Long Beach and Ilwaco, with an extra planting job thrown in.

We visited the Freedom Market marijuana shop to find out if the manager knew why all our perennials were gone from the garden.  She had not told anyone to work out there at all!  I told her I will try planting again in the fall, and this time will watch the plants closely.  Any theft, if I can pinpoint the day it happens, can be checked on the security cameras.  It would be awesome to find out whodunnit.

Long Beach

We usually do not water the welcome sign because it has a soaker hose that is always slightly on in dry weather.  (That’s not perfect for avoiding root rot and mildew.)  We give it a weekly grooming and deadheading before the weekend.


welcome sign, front

Before watering the planters, we weeded and groomed the Veterans Field gardens.


flag pavilion and arc garden

The flag pavilion garden was admired by someone last week while Allan was weeding it. He pointed out how it is red, white and blue without having red geraniums.  I think some people would prefer red geraniums and a tidier look.  That’s just not in me.


red Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ and red geum and ‘Crimson Pygmy barberries, white Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’ and California poppies, blue assorted Eryngiums and Salvia patens and Salvia ‘May Night’.  I wished when I saw this photo that I had cut back the gaura that is flopping onto the lawn.

Then came the planter watering, with Allan walking south and me walking north.


Allan added a spare cosmos and a penstemon to the Abbracci tree garden…


…and picked up a bucket of coffee grounds for our compost.


tigridias (Allan’s photos)


My first planter was the big one in Lewis and Clark Square, where I enjoyed the different colours of agastaches.








pink and blue

The planter in front of the police station continues to be vandalized.



Looking across at the Stormin’ Norman planter.


Salvia viridis (painted sage) is finally looking showy.

My heel felt pretty great with the Superfeet insoles, until, after watering for just one block, my little toe on that foot started to scream.  I looked at it and saw a bright red sad toe with a blister about to form.  (Why do I tell you this? Because it’s part of a tale of being a jobbing gardener.)  I bought some vaseline at the pharmacy to soothe it, and then I had to remove the Superfeet insert to make my foot ride lower in the New Balance shoe.  This made me so sad, because my heel immediately hurt like fury although my toe was immediately content again (stopped screaming, just ached mildly).  I did the rest of the watering shuffling with my heel slightly raised.  It was depressing and confounding and had me flummoxed about what to do next.

Our friend Ed Strange stopped by regarding our project of planting up six pots at the kite museum.  He had offered to place the pots and the pavers they will sit on and wanted me to accompany him to decide on where the pots should go.  I looked at his tall truck and said “I can’t get into that!” so sent him to get Allan to help instead.

I’d had a plant casualty by clipping an eryngium and two catananche stems by accident in Veterans Field.  I briefly popped into NIVA green to give them to Heather.

This cat on a bag looks exactly like our Calvin, who has food anxiety because of his first seven years of not being regularly fed.



northernmost planter intersection


Coulter Park


golden oregano needs its sunburnt tips trimmed off….not today.


Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and Origanum laevigatum ‘Hopley′s Purple’

A happy thing: Many columbines were easy to pull today out of a planter infested with them.


bucket full of ugly columbines.  Had to be hauled for a block to a garbage can.

Meanwhile, Allan was at the kite museum with Ed:


getting into Ed’s truck with Jackson





Ed also enlisted ideas from some of the museum volunteers.


Ed and Allan went to museum staffer Patty’s house to fetch the heavy pots.

Unfortunately for us, Ed had other jobs to do so did not have time to help dig in the pavers to the river rock hardscape he had installed.  Allan got back to watering.  We met up in Fifth Street Park.


Allan’s photo


sanguisorba and Dorothy Perkins rose (Allan’s photo)

We discussed whether we had time to have lunch at Captain Bob’s Chowder.  It was irresistible.


delicious crab rolls


Allan’s photo

We then checked the planters on the Bolstad beach approach.  They are so dry! A city crew member waters them with the water truck once a week but it is not enough.  I have said as of a year ago that Allan and I are no longer able to haul and apply over 800 pounds of water out there in buckets.  We are in our 60s, after all, and plagued with assorted gardener related physical problems.

I was furious to find plants stolen yet again out of the Lisa Bonney planter.


You would think this sign would discourage thieves.


But again, plants have been stolen from the corner.

I watered three of the planters on the Sid Snyder approach and then joined Allan, who was placing the pavers into the river rock.  The day was slipping away fast considering we still had Ilwaco watering to do.


They had to be dug in or the pots would be all cattywampus. (Allan’s photo)


job in progress (Allan’s photo)


burbling the plants


a stem that broke off one of the pretty Origanum ‘Amethyst Falls’ (Allan’s photo)


watering and washing down the pavement


The plants I used are not necessarily ones I would choose long term for this windy and semi shady spot.  Basically, I chose what I could find that still looks good for purchase in late July!  Next year, I will probably use brighter colors.

We finished watering the last four planters on the Sid Snyder approach (which runs to the beach past the kite museum) and then still had Ilwaco to water.


There was lots of Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ deadheading to do in the planters, so I walked very slowly with no right heel touching for four blocks to do so.  It’s time consuming and Allan does not have time for thorough tidying while watering.


a small but noisy sidewalk convention.


I love fun little alliums in the planters.  Unfortunately, all but about three through the whole array had been picked.

I found three Erysimums that are so sad they need replacing.  Note to self: Do not get sentimental when they look sort of ok in May.  Put in new ones! Old ones will not last the summer!  Fortunately, I had three little new ones on my ladies in waiting table at home just for this eventuality.

It takes Allan an hour and half minimum to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters.  My plan was to finish out my time weeding and deadheading at the boatyard.  But oh, my foot hurt so bad.  I had tried putting the comfy insert back in and found it made my little toe start screeching within a minute.  I wanted badly to have Allan just drive me home.  What kept me there was the fact that he had unhooked and parked the work trailer for my weeds and I did not want him to have wasted his time.  So I persisted.


looking south from the end of the boatyard with the trailer in the distance


daisies and lilies


daises and sweet peas.  When the center of this form of Shasta daisy starts to get brownish, it is time to deadhead it.


more sweet pea success


intensely fragrant lily

I will plant more lilies here for next year.  They are not all getting picked, nor are the deer eating them!


using verbascum as a cane to step down into the garden


more sweet pea success

I worried over how dry the boatyard garden is even though Allan watered it Monday.  Later, he said he would water it again this weekend.

I was so glad when he arrived at the boatyard at nine PM.  It had been a nine and a half hour day.  When we got home, I took my sock off and looked at my bright red toe and burst into tears (alone; Allan was unhooking the trailer).  “My toe hurts and I hate feet!” I wailed.  (I have a thing: I hate having my feet touched. And I find that toes look kind of strange at the best of times.). I embarrassed myself. It’s not cancer, ALS, or other dreaded diseases that take people away. It’s just a dang toe.

Now I have three days off.  I do not intend to spend the whole weekend nursing my foot.  My garden needs some serious attention.  Its soft grass and soil will be nicer to work on than the hard pavements of all of our jobs.

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Thursday, 29 June 2017

Our plan to finish the port on Friday suddenly got changed when I saw an ad in the paper last night that Ilwaco Freedom Market was holding a BBQ in their parking lot on Friday.  Their strip of bark/would-be garden would have to be done Thursday, along with the curbside garden in front of their store.  I wondered if this would change up our schedule so much that we’d have to work on Saturday…

Port of Ilwaco

In this infrequently watered garden, the recent hot day and the wind had crisped up some of the dog daisies.







Some daisies were good enough to stay through the holiday weekend.

The curbside garden got a good watering, as did the garden next door at Salt.



Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

Allan had the terribly boring part of the job (his photos follow): Running the string trimmer along the sidewalk to the marina:


and the tedium of weeds in a barkscape with tatty landscape fabric (which we are slowly removing; obviously it does not prevent weeds).



I hope that we can create more joy in this bed by next year.

On the way out of town, even though we were feeling time pressure, we circled round the block to deal with this in a tree garden (Allan’s photos):



Fortunately, the sign-putter did not get mad about being told it just could not be in the tree bed, no matter how gently placed.


It’s not even a great patch of garden….However, the sign sets a bad precedent for future damage.

Long Beach

We checked on and did not feel the need for any work at the welcome sign.



The Fun Rides have now moved into a parking lot area near the center parking lot berm.  We felt the need to at least string trim said berm.  Allan dropped me off at Veterans Field to weed and took time for a bit of strimming there.

Before: a rough edge had been left.


meadowy look around the anchor

flag pavilion garden: am thrilled Salvia patens came back

Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ and Salvia patens

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

I think Sapphire Blue reseeded itself into plain old eryngium, left  ??maybe

Meanwhile, Allan faced the tedium of the boring and never watered center berm:

a string trimmer job, with some dandelion pulling

He found a dirty diaper as well as weeds. Unfortunately, used diapers are not an unusual find in the parking lot area.

I started the watering round earlier than Allan did so was able to do four blocks of planters to his two.  My walkaround:

I realized that the theme of most of my planters IS the meadow look.

cosmos and California poppies

Today, I had the hard task of carrying bucket water to the four Fish Alley planters…a long walk to the back end. I sometimes think this is the hill I will die on.

It was windy…again.

Basket Case basket

I am very disappointed in the Salvia viridis, painted sage, this year.  They are supposed to look like this:

pink dahlia, pink painted sage

But this year and last year they have been disappointing.  Everywhere I’ve planted them this year, they are just putting out one small disappointing bract on the top:

The bract (colored leaf) is the showy part and should be all down the stem! Why is this happening?


If these plants don’t shape up, I am going to go off them and not use them next year.  For so many years they have been the most asked about plant (many times per each summer watering session) in the planters.  Last year, when they were also dull, no one asked about them at all.

Allan’s watering walk around:

????? What have we here?

nice round lavender

a crab shell deposited in a planter

Cosmos and California poppies

So he saw this woman with a hat clearly decorated with planter flowers (Cosmos and Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and California poppy).  She told him her two year old had picked them, and she was perfectly happy to have her photo taken.

In other unrelated news, a local realtor told Allan that she had seen a woman picking a bouquet from under the trees.  When the realtor suggested the woman not do that, the woman (not the woman in the hat) kept picking, saying she “had permission”, which the realtor doubted.  Allan assured her that permission had not been given by us.

In better news, he saw someone taking photos of the flowers, as it should be.

We finished Long Beach by weeding in Fifth Street Park.  It is taking a long time to get interesting.

slow to be colorful; we are not allowed to let much of the garden be taller than the fence.

I cut off the spent stalks of Camassias.

Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’ and cerinthe (Allan’s photo)

Port of Ilwaco again

More watering of the Howerton curbside gardens was essential.  Allan started east of the Pavilion while I watered and weeded by the Nisbett Gallery, port office, Time Enough Books…

Coast Guard helicopter overhead (Allan’s photo)

Someone had braided a grass by Loading Dock Village. Allan thought a clever student from the driving school did it while waiting.  (Allan’s photo)

Eryngium and santolina (Allan’s photo)

Eryngium and yarrow (Allan’s photo)

Port office south side…which the office staff waters.

the marina

In the curbside gardens, I have found eremerus (foxtail lily) to be a big disappointment.  They just mostly dry up like this one:

in the center, all dried up and no flower

And only one looks like it should, so I may have to give up on planting them:

beautiful tall spikes of the one happy Eremurus

port office curbside

Artist Don Nisbett told me he’d given this little bed 11 gallons of water on the recent 90 degree day.  Thank you, friend!

I spent a lot of time grooming the dead flowers off of the sea thrift.

example: before


Allan caught up to me and dropped off the trailer at the boatyard, went home and hooked up the water trailer, and came back to help me finish watering at Time Enough.

veronica at Time Enough

Time Enough garden boat

Purly Shell yarn shop shares the Time Enough building.

I felt a strong desire to have a nice dinner at Salt Pub.  Not tonight.

Allan still had to water the Ilwaco trees and planters.  At 7:30, he dropped me off at the boatyard to weed.

I walked down to the north end to begin.  There, the weeds were the worst with lots of tall velvet grass.

taken while Allan watered planters at the boatyard intersection

a trio on a walk (Allan’s photo shows two out of three dogs)

8:15 PM

I was thrilled to find some sweet peas, planted from seed, prevailing against the horsetail.

tree garden watering where the sign had been (Allan’s photo). I do not like that wild sweet pea in there. He does.


boatyard: I had got this far by 8:50 PM.

I was getting close to the stretch that had been partly weeded earlier this week.

I have planted a few lilies in the boatyard to test if deer will eat them. I think a human picked some of the flowers off this one.

I love heleniums.

8:55 PM

I started to wonder when Allan would show up, as the song lyrics “Gettin’ dark, too dark to see…” ran through my mind.  I pictured slowly pushing my wheelbarrow home in the dark.  The odd thing was I still had loads of energy and could have weeded for another two hours (by headlamp?), thanks in part to my Unloader knee brace.

At last Allan drove up to the trailer at the other end of the boatyard.

what I got done

The whole stretch has to be weeded reasonably well by Saturday.

It was 9:30 at home before the trailer was unhitched and parked.  Allan saw this disturbing sight on the roof next door:

Not good news. Raccoons severely damaged the shake roof on my old house…

They are bold and unafraid.

I didn’t know I still had it in me to do a ten hour day and was well chuffed.




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