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Friday, 9 June 2017


getting ready for work and admiring my golden Fremontodendron. I just read it has little hairs that are a skin irritant.


We’d had lots of rain.

It had been raining hard for the first part of the morning.  We got a late start.

Our first little project was to replace some missing diascia in three of the Ilwaco planters.

Mike’s garden

A few blocks east, we did some string trimming, weeding, clipping, and planting (cosmos) in Mike’s garden.


An urgent need for strimming along the outer edge


These two sprawling conifers are slowly dying. Allan pulled lilac suckers out of one of them. Lilacs are bad that way.


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo. The one without the lilac problem is also dying out in the middle.


Oriential poppies (Allan’s photo)

Rain suddenly absolutely poured on us but we kept going.


Mike’s garden with a rain spot.

Port of Ilwaco

We weeded several of the curbside gardens and I added a very few Cosmos ‘Double Click’ to the port office garden.


Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ by Ilwaco Pavilion (Allan’s photo)


my favourite bed (Allan’s photo)


curbside painting (Allan’s photo)


view to the south of Port Office garden

While Allan kept weeding, I got our check at Time Enough Books.


Scout, staff greeter

Bookstore owner Karla says she can tell if a friend is coming by Scout’s wiggling and wagging tail.


at the cash register


tomorrow’s author reading


When I emerged, I saw someone weeding with Allan.

It was Todd.  We had a chat about yesterday’s plant shopping trip.


plant talk

Long Beach

We did not have to water the planters or the street trees!

Feeling more confident by finding all the plants still living in the Sid Snyder Drive planter, we added a couple more.



squeezed some Cosmos ‘Double Click’ into Fifth Street Park; Captain Bob’s Cathy told me she saw me but could tell I was “on a mission”.


Allan planted a couple of Asclepias syriaca in the damp SW corner of the park, an area where it can behave aggressively if that is what it likes to do.  It can fight it out with the hesperantha.

I had meant to get to the police station garden before the farmers market opened to make sure none of the roses had flopped.


Oops, two hours after the market opened.  (Allan’s photo)


Vet Field (Allan’s photo)

Later, it was a little overwhelming to plant cosmos and to weed at Vet Field because the Columbia Pacific Farmers Market first market of the year (Fridays, 3-6 PM) was in session.  The corner bed still looks sad because of last week’s trampling.  The rain had delayed us so that we had not managed to make it there before market time.



trying to make a sad garden better


Later in the summer, the market will have enough vendors to encircle the field.

We bought a little sign from a little boy who was quite the salesman.


Allan’s photo, with the boy’s dad

The boy immediately turned his earnings of the day back into the local economy by buying a bag of kettle corn.


Allan’s photo


more rain while I added a plant to one more planter on the main street (Allan’s photo)

The rain is making me so happy.

We finally got out to weed the planters on the Bolstad beach approach.


I like the dark leaved sea thrift in a pool of golden marjoram.


The very blue grass is Elymus, which has been mostly pushed out by the plain green European beach grass which was planted to stabilize the dunes. (Allan’s photo)


We skipped this planter in a deep rain puddle.


lots of rugosa roses in bloom, pink ones and white ones.


one of the planters; out here, they have to be drought tolerant.


I hope soon to find time to weed out here again.


especially will enjoy weeding the emptier areas


And here will be a satisfying spot, especially because we can add some mulch.

Maybe next year the poppies will be more successful with some mulch added.

On the way to dump debris, we checked on the nice repair that the city crew had done on the Minnie Culbertson Park garden bed:


emergency watering LAST week with rotten rail road ties showing




We pruned so the plaque shows.

at home



rain gauge


evening light


Acer campestre



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Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Another two part post, as this blog falls further behind real time.  Our day had only four jobs, two of them brief, and would end with a tour of THE Oysterville garden, which always deserves its own post.

The Red Barn Arena


Amy and her barrel racing horse


Allan’s string trimming alternative to using round up right behind the garden


My friend Disney, the mother whippet, who likes me. It is her son who snubs me. Unless I have a treat.

Diane’s garden


new lawn going in by Steve Clarke and crew


All we did was fertilize and deadhead the three groups of back yard pots.

The Basket Case Greenhouse

I had a check to deliver and a few plants to seek.


middle greenhouse


north greenhouse


Middle greenhouse; all three greenhouses have many choices.


Allan’s photo


I love this peachy diascia, and that is my favourite tender fuchsia, Pink Marshmallow.


I got myself an Orange Rocket Barberry, shown here with Roxanne. This time, I won’t forget to water it. I’ve killed two Orange Rockets by neglect in the first year.


a poster by the sales desk

The Anchorage Cottages

Allan pruned the center courtyard viburnums to keep them from coming forward into the perennial border.


Allan’s photo: before, coming too far forward


 before (Note that I do not like the look of the Arbutus on the right.  I gave it some Dr Earth fert.)




Mitzu supervising






Dutch Iris


with gorgeous markings


‘Eye of the Tiger’ Dutch Iris


Dutch Iris and Solanum crispum ‘Glasnevin’ (blue potato vine)


Two of the four windowboxes


Climbing hydrangea


north end garden


climbing rose and ceanothus

The Planter Box

I wanted 18 more painted sage for me, and more Dr Earth rhododendron fertilizer, and then I saw some Cosmos ‘Double Click’ and ‘Seashells’ and ended up with two full flats of plants.  Oops.


at The Planter Box entrance

Klipsan Beach Cottages

We spent an hour in intensive grooming of the garden.


east side of fenced garden with Climbine Cecile Brunner rose and honeysuckle


looking in the east gate


birdbath view


Allium ‘Mount Everest’


The gold is Persicaria ‘Golden Arrow’




Mary had a little time to work with me. She is picking snails that are hiding in a daylily.

Allan had planned to clean up buttercups along the roadside edge of the swale (by the road up to the cottages).  He found that the housekeeping and grounds crew had done a beautiful job there, so he did not have to.


Allan’s photo: well done, and not by us.


Allan’s photo

This gave him time to do a good clean up on the outside of the fenced garden.


Podophyllum (Allan’s photo)


bindweed on the weigela! (Allan’s photos)



Allan’s photo: One of Mary’s snails on the run.

We then went north to THE Oysterville garden: Tomorrow’s post. On the way, we took a scenic route through Ocean Park.  Allan’s photos:



on Park Avenue


While I went into the Oysterville garden, Allan detoured on foot to the bay to look at the boats.


Oysterville by the bay



These are all part of the Oysterville regatta, a July event that seems to be an invitational event sort of for the Oysterville crowd.    Everyone uses the same kind of boat so that skill is the factor in winning, followed by a barbecue.

On the way home down Sandridge Road, we saw that (as expected) Steve Clarke and Co had completed laying Diane and Larry’s new lawn to perfection.  We did not stop; it did look like there will be room to create a very narrow remake of our roadside garden although I’m concerned about it being closer to the road, thus more nervewracking to work on.  We shall see!

In Ilwaco, we drove down Howerton to assess the gardens and saw both artist Don Nisbett and Butch of Coho Charters.

Fisherman Butch

Butch said, “No matter what they say about you, I still think you do a great job!”





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Saturday, 3 June 2017

With Allan gone on his trail clean up (a longstanding committment), I did not go to the Rally for Truth in Astoria.  I don’t like asking for a ride and I don’t like inflicting my bridge phobia on anyone but Allan.  I saw later that the rally had attracted a good crowd (I heard there were about fifty people).  A couple of photos from the local Indivisible group:

What interests me especially about the above sign is that I had sort of gleaned that we were just supposed to have signs on the topic of truth.  I did not think my “Love our Planet” sign would be acceptable for the theme of the rally and did not have time to think about making a new one.  Turns out it would have been fine; had I known that, I might have tried for a ride.  In a big vehicle, though; it’s a big sign.

I’d like to say I was there in spirit.  Actually, I was so exhausted I slept till a shockingly late hour, and then I read the news for awhile.

The cats were no more energetic than me.

I looked at the path over Devery’s meadow and thought about going to the Saturday Market.

The market is just on the other side of those buildings two blocks away.

But I did not go.  I mustered up enthusiasm for putting my Pink Marshmallow fuchsias into prettier hanging baskets.

I don’t much like the faux terracotta look (right).

I looked around the garden a bit, seeking some energy.

pretty daylily

before: The west side garden was my goal for the day.

before, further along

and further along

south end, west side

Danger Tree garden, also a mess

north end of the west side garden, where I left off unfinished last week.

a beautiful Siberian iris

Sibirian iris take up a huge space for a short period of bloom.

Persicaria bistorta ‘Superba’ with half nice new foliage and half old tatty foliage.

a grass which I will ask Allan to dig for me.

Good and bad: Distressed and dying little conifer, and a big bud on one of the peonies given me by Mary Beth

My legs hurt just walking around.  Three ibuprofen later, I was back out with my garden tools, at the disgracefully late start time of 4 PM.

realized willow needed pruning back


Through the fence, the buttercups glowed like sunshine in the meadow.

On my side, the buttercups were huge.

Three and a half hours later (I’ll repeat some befores):





Getting the buttercups out of this corner was a real pleasure.

I even got into Danger Tree bed but at 7 PM I walked away from a great big mess of weeds, having hit the wall.

Fortunately, we have a three day weekend.

I had a revelation that the center of Danger Tree bed is open.  Something small with gold leaves died, I think.  I need to move the paperbark maple into that spot so its bark shows.  I remembered Todd telling me that at Plant Delights, they moved large plants in the middle of summer heat and the plants survived with plenty of water for days after.  I decided to risk it tomorrow.

Skooter wanted a campfire. There was too much wind.

Salvia africana-lutea with brown flowers that smell like root beer.

evening light on the front garden

I hoped that on Sunday and Monday, I would manage to get outside before late afternoon.


I finished the autobiography of Lee Smith, a writer of Southern novels that I especially like.  Years ago, I did not think I wanted to read novels about the South.  One evening in 1988 when I was in Cincinnati with my then spouse, visiting his friend who was having a play (something about moonshine and coal black nights) produced by the city theatre, I picked up a Lee Smith novel on Tom Atkinson’s recommendation, to be polite, because we were his guests.  It was probably Cakewalk.  I then read all of her books in short order and have continued to read each new one.

I always pay attention to what writers say about death.  I looked up the lyrics to this song:

I love the line below, “These ladies were a way I’d never be.”

This passage about writing started me thinking about what it was like to move to Ilwaco (“a stranger comes to town”):

Lee Smith recommends the writer Lou Crabtree.  I especially liked what Lou had to say about being a night owl:

Lou Crabtree

Ms. Crabtree had some comforting thoughts about death:

After Lou’s death:

What Lee Smith thinks about age and wisdom:

Dimestore is short, delightful, moving.  I am following it with The Deepest Roots, a book which I expected to be a breezy memoir about country life on Bainbridge Island.  It turned out be densely packed with information about community, history, Native American and Filipino food, the history of local tribes and the food they ate, farming on Bainbridge and the internment of Japanese farmers in WWII, how pollution has affected being able to live off of local seafood…and that is just chapter one.  It is beautifully written and will be a slow read for summertime. On the day that this post publishes (June 10), the author will be speaking at Time Enough Books at the Port of Ilwaco between 5:30 and 7:00.



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Tuesday, 31 May 2017

The workday began late because when I was walking peacefully with a mere 1/3 watering can to the greenhouse to water my tomatoes, my back went into a spasm.  I hobbled in (after watering the tomatoes!) and stood against a door for awhile to straighten up and slathered on some Traumica, the miracle cure that Jenna gave me a sample of awhile back.  I am a skeptic about natural cures so it’s not a placebo effect when I say this stuff is amazing.


I was still somewhat disabled as we took off for work, and I felt anxious about the day.


Looked at my post office garden from my passenger seat instead of getting out to pull a weed.

Because of the late start, I decided to reverse the polarity of the neutron flow and slingshot around the sun by not doing Diane’s garden first, as originally planned.  The task awaiting there was to move about a half yard of river rocks. They had been used to edge the roadside garden.  We had stacked them against the house when we dismantled that garden for the septic installation project.  That had seemed like an ideal place until we recommended the brilliant Steve Clarke to install her new lawn.  He was going to wrap it around the side of the house, so now the rocks had to go to a new storage spot.  Maybe by end of day I’d be able to bend over to bucket up the rocks.

The Depot Restaurant

I watered; Allan ran the string trimmer by the parking area.


Depot garden today


We lowered the escallonia to make the sign show. (Allan’s photo)

The Anchorage Cottages

I filled in the planters with some painted sage while Allan did some weeding.  I put off till next week the pruning of the center courtyard virburnum, which is sneaking forward into the perennials border.  My back was feeling considerably better by now although I still moved cautiously.


our good friend Mitzu (Allan’s photo)


Anchorage center courtyard


The Planter Box

I had used up all my painted sage so needed some for Diane’s garden.


white dahlia at the Planter Box


a bit more painted sage and some fish fertilizer


some chicks (Allan’s photo)

Klipsan Beach Cottages

As we parked behind the fenced garden, we heard a great screaming ruckus up in the trees.  “It’s a bald eagle,” said Allan.  In a rather horrible way, the eagle appeared to be eating out of a stellar jay bird nest.  The jays were off to the side screaming and shrieking.  (Allan later pointed out that the jays are also known to raid other birds’ nests.)


looking up


Not a nice bird at all. (Allan’s photo)


talking back to the angry jays (Allan’s photo)

In the garden, Allan’s project was to prune the honeysuckle over an entry gate.




Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo


view from on high (Allan’s photo)


after, no longer raggedy with uppies

After weeding and grooming the garden, I took some photos for the KBC Facebook page.


driveway garden with purple and pink Geranium sanguineum


pink Geranium sanguineum


with chartreuse Lady’s Mantle


a crevice garden!




Allium schubertii getting starrier.


Allium albopilosum just getting started


Allium bulgaricum


Thalictrum ‘Elin’ getting taller (in front of the dark pink rugosa rose)


Another angle: The thalictrum has the blue-grey foliage.


birdbath view

I asked Allan to take some photos of the big rhododendron by where we park.



The Basket Case Greenhouse


Allan’s photo

I needed to pick up some plants for one beach approach planter in Long Beach.


a hen visiting from the house next door (Allan’s photo)


another bird


hens n chicks


afternoon snack


Allan’s photo


got two of these gorgeous diascia for me


Gazania ‘Sunshine’

I also had the pleasure of picking out two baskets for our house.  (I’ll have to get photos of them later at home.)


Allan’s photo: The center basket with pink and yellow was one that I picked.

Diane’s garden

We got to Diane’s at five, prepared to move a pile of river rock.  As we entered the garden, I saw the most joyous sight:


Steve had already moved it with a back hoe!


yard looks leveled in preparation for lawn installation


Allium (Allan’s photo)


Allium albopilosum (Allan’s photo)


some of the back garden pots

I squeezed Diane’s painted sage into a couple of the pots rather than out in the garden bed by the road; that bed seems dusty now with everything that is going on.


my good friend Misty

I also got to see the new puppy, Holly, twice!  Once here, and once at our last job of the day…

The Red Barn

Diane brought Holly over while checking on Diane’s horse.



I was snubbed by a whippet again!


He breezed right by me.



Our little Red Barn garden

At home, I was able to erase more from the planting list.


Allan prepped for our first job tomorrow by hauling soil amendments two doors down.


Guest photo:  Steve and John saw an Allium bulgaricum in Astoria and sent me this photo from a small garden on Exchange, just above the Fort George Brewery:


Steve’s photo

And Melissa sent me this from THE Oysterville garden:

Melissa’s photo




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Saturday, 27 May 2017

Allan went off on a boating trip and nature hike (tomorrow and the next day’s posts) while I stayed home in the garden.  I pondered going to the Saturday Market.  Not only might there be some tomato plants there, but it would be good blog fodder.  However, when I pictured myself walking through the holiday throng, it just seemed like too much peopling.


yellow buttercup road not taken to the Saturday market

I had to plant the seeds that had gotten wet in the van, had been soaking under a wet paper towel for two days, and had possibly had dried out again (not good).  This involved weeding along the fence to make room for scarlet runner beans.



Wish I had a photo of how very weedy the back of the boat garden was when I started.


The weeds on the lawn tell the tale…


The lattice is to keep the cats from scratching where I planted dahlias.




Other weeding goal: the north end of the long west border

Along with those weeding projects (boat and north end of the west border), my other goal for three days off was to plant all my cosmos, painted sage, and assorted other plants at home.

I felt insecure about planting seeds so late, including some sunflowers and cosmos, so I asked on the Rainyside Facebook group if I was wasting my time, and immediately got answers from two seed experts whom I had not wanted to pester.

Planting the vegetable seeds (the ones whose packets had gotten damp) was a comedy of errors.


I set them on the garbage can lid, where the packets disintegrated and the peas rolled off onto the ground.

The sugar snap peas should have been planted much earlier.  And were not.


I learned appreciation for the seed packets whose seeds were in tiny sealed bags. Black Ball bachelor buttons did not get damp.

Then I dumped a bucket of what I thought was potting soil into a planter box.


The fragrance told me it was a bucket of coffee grounds from Abbraccio Coffee Bar!


I did get the veg seeds planted, and then kept on weeding instead of planting anything else.


annuals waiting to be planted, and waiting, and waiting

Devery’s indoor cat would like to meet Skooter.





boat garden, after


If you can call it after when I had not disposed of the pulled weeds yet.

My scree garden experiment is being taken over by strawberries, with berries on them, so I am not going to edit them out now.



I did not get very far on the north end of west border.


I did get this area done pretty well. Except for picking up my mess.

I saw much pruning that I would love to have time to address and that led to thoughts of the great garden memoir I recently read….


…and this passage that I very much liked (even though I never feel lonely in a garden).


A brief walkabout at the end of the day:


Dutch iris and Bowles Golden Grass.


a darker Siberian iris


Persicaria bistorta ‘Superba’



I do think these violas wintered over. I especially love the one in the middle.


Like my grandma, I especially like pansies and violas with little faces.

I wanted another long weekend and started to tweak the work calendar, even writing “Off?” on the square for next Thursday.  Then I remembered….argh, Ilwaco art walk.  Good and Bad:  Bad, we have to make Ilwaco look good for the art walk on Friday.  Good and bad: Lots of people will be walking by the boatyard garden and the west Howerton gardens.  Good: This give us another chance to seek garden perfection.

The art walk is just way too peopley for the way I feel these days; you will enjoy it if you go.  It runs from 5-7 PM, although with this many places to see, I think it should run till 8, or better yet, 6-9 PM would make me more inclined to go.

artwalk.jpg Surely with two more days off this weekend, I’d get my rather modest garden goals met.

But first, you will get to read a two part post about an Allan excursion.



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Thursday, 25 May 2017

With the big tourist crowds of Memorial Day weekend and the local extravaganza of “The World’s Longest Garage Sale” (from Chinook to Oysterville), we had to get the port looking fine.

This involved some planting as well as weeding.


post office garden


me talking with Betsy, director of the museum, taken from behind the Stipa gigantea


I could not find the sunflower seeds I wanted to plant at the back.  Added more cosmos.

Then we drove a couple of blocks to the port to start weeding and adding a few plants to the curbside gardens.


Looking east. We would do the east end if we had time later in the day.


looking west


The marina is across the parking lot. (Allan’s photo)


I got to pet this doggie. (Allan’s photo)


a good butt scritching


Pleased to see most of the Eryngiums are budding this year. (Some years, some of them don’t.)


my favourite bed. Thinking I should get a yellow helianthemum to balance the orange one.


Helianthemum’s only flaw is a short season of bloom.


Drive over garden still rather flattened. Lucky the alliums did not get driven over. Would look better with more soil, as the soil is compressed by tires.


north of the port office

We found time to pull most of the noxious weed, Geranium robertianum (Stinking Bob) from the south side of Purly Shell Fiber Arts; shop owner Heather emerged and helped, which I appreciated so much.


Stinking Bob would take over the whole port. It went in the garbage can. The pelican is from Basket Case Greenhouse.


at Time Enough Books, looking west


Bookseller Karla says the ceanothus is causing a sensation.


Allan’s photo  OleBob’s café is named for two friends, Ole and Bob.

Karla had recently given  me the wonderful book, Cutting Back. I told her about the author’s encounter with Joan Baez while pruning an old ceanothus.


perfect book

Leslie was pruning at a retreat when Joan Baez emerged.



Karla will order the book for you if you want to read more.  Meanwhile, the UPS truck  delivered a new t shirt with Ilwaco’s longitude and latitude on display.



on the left: a must read for me; I am not very good at growing cutting flowers.


figuring out where to plant


weeding the bookstore landscape (Allan’s photos)



Karen Boardman from Ocean Park stops to give us words of admiration for all our gardens.

After the planting of the garden boat and some curbside plants at Time Enough, Allan went to string trim and weed a bit down by Ilwaco Freedom Market while I backtracked to weed the curbside at Powell Gallery.


With my knee brace on, I was able to walk on this river rock bed that I have lately had to delegate to Allan.


velvet grass in a California poppy at Salt (Allan’s photo)


Allan’s string trimming

It seemed we now had time to loop around to the east end curbside beds.  But driving down Lake Street, I realized we hadn’t checked Mike’s garden for a couple of weeks.  We hoped to find nothing to do there. Of course, there was some weeding, deadheading, and path raking.


path caked with cherry blossoms (Allan’s photo)


Mike’s raked path

Then on to weed some of the beds from Elizabeth Avenue to the Ilwaco Pavilion.


Looking west from Elizabeth


just across the parking lot (Allan’s photo)

I must confess that we skipped over three xeriscape (lava rock, river rock, and bark) gardens that we do not plant up.  We still had the whole boatyard to do and only today for Ilwaco.

After weeding at the old Shorebank building, we stopped at Salt to check on a santolina that Allan thought was not worth saving.  He was right.


by Ilwaco Freedom Market


We skipped weeding the last two beds. I hope the dog daises will dazzle people (those who don’t know it’s sort of a noxious weed) and distract from weedy grasses.


The curbs had been painted all along the port. (Allan’s photo)


columbine reseeded into the Salt river rock bed, which has soil covered with landscape fabric under the rock (not our doing!) (Allan’s photo)


Salt had a new and attractive smoker.  Wish I had gotten the whole sign…was tired.


making brisket, smelled delicious


Allan’s photo

Next, the boatyard.


Our friend, former LB city manager Gene Miles stopped by to talk about bonsai.

Allan left me at the boatyard with wheelbarrow and cosmos and went off to hook up the water trailer and water the street trees and planters.  I was mighty tired.  While getting plants out of the van, I found a bag of seeds that had gotten soaking wet…My fault. My proposed kitchen garden of red runner beans and some greens. I would have to plant them as soon as I got home.


Allan’s photo. He had been cultivating a garden of poppies under the red sign. Someone had string trimmed it flat.

Allan’s photos in town:


more digging in the corners of the tree beds. What is up with this??? This one has a perennial sweet pea.


one of the Ilwaco city hall planters; we can plant more delicate plants there because the office staff waters.

Parts of the boatyard garden were so hard and gravelly I could not hammer any cosmos into them.  We simply MUST mulch this whole garden next fall.  I had not realized it had gotten so low in spots.


7 PM….I had come this far…


and had this far to go including the long strip beyond the gate.

Being on hour nine of work was just about beyond me.


The garden had a haze of horsetail again.


so much to do

I skipped that center section as Allan arrived; it takes him an hour and three quarters to water the Ilwaco planters.  He set to weeding the section above and I went on with cosmos to the end.  My mood was dire as I had to accept that the boatyard would be far from perfect for the holidays.  The only comfort is it looks fairly good driving by, not so good to critical walkers-by.


weeds and plants in the boatyard garden (Allan’s photo)


cosmos seedling, watered with a dipper, and sluggo (Allan’s photo). My thought: poor little things.


Allan’s photo

I have been trying to be chipper and say Annuals Planting “Time” instead of “Hell”, but today was most definitely planting hell.  The last minutes were cheered  by two passing young fishermen, one of whom commented that they enjoy the gardens and that “Gardening is hard work!” I said, “Not as hard as The Deadliest Catch!” And he said, “That’s not so hard; it’s all done by hydraulics!”

Sometimes I wish there could be some signage explaining that all the public flower gardens (not the lawns) in Long Beach and Ilwaco are done by just two people, so have mercy with the imperfection.


geese seen while dumping weeds (Allan’s photos)


Erasing quite  a bit off the work board was not as cheering as usual.  I really had so much wanted to achieve perfection.  Once upon a time, when I was up to working seven days a week, ten hours a day at this time of year, we could achieve perfection before the holiday weekends.  Maybe we could have if we were not combining weeding with planting.

Of course, I had no oomph left to plant the veg seeds that had gotten wet.  I put them on a plate with a wet paper towel to keep them damp till our Saturday off.


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Wednesday, 24 May 2017

The Depot Restaurant

I had noticed how low the east garden bed was and remembered (amazing!) to bring some soil for it.




Allan’s photo


Basket Case Roxanne had done the north side planting!

I texted Chef Michael to be sure to start the sprinkler system, a very sophisticated system of spouters that relies on his turning it on and off manually at the faucet.  It doesn’t reach the expanded north side garden so we have to hose water that at least once a week from now on.

World Kite Museum

We returned to where I’d wimped out from the cold wind yesterday evening.


Patty came out to discuss some plant for the garden area.  (Allan’s photo)




planted up the pocket garden


That bit of front lawn and those hebes are going to be hoiked out soon, and river rock put in (not by us),  with a stepping stone for accessing the pocket garden.  

We put in one Geranium ‘Rozanne’ at the Long Beach welcome sign and then drove north to…

The Basket Case Greenhouse

I needed a very few small plants for the Red Barn and Long Beach.  We still had a van load of cosmos that we had to get planted today in order to have an empty van to hold more cosmos from The Planter Box, later in the day.  We were already running late by an hour in my desired schedule.


my new friend Penny


Guess who got a very hurried but really thorough belly rub?


darling Penny (Allan’s photo)

If Penny were my dog, I wouldn’t be blogging right now, I’d be communing with her.


a lovely new (to me) heuchera, ‘Sweet Tea’

I collect heucheras, and it is a mark of how tired I was that I did not even look at the tag and snag this one.  Running late with so much to do (because it always takes longer to plant than I hope it will) was stressful.  I was trying to hold onto my new philosophy of don’t panic, just keep doggedly and calmly plugging along.


In the parking lot, someone (not likely to be a blog reader) wanted to pull me aside to have a conversation, despite my saying rather desperately, “It will have to be brief, we are running late!” I was lured by the thought that it must be something about gardening, which might be helpful or educational or even a job I could pass on to Sea Star Gardening.

Conversations about gardening happen daily with passersby and are part of our public relations, especially with tourists.  But this conversation blindsided me by being a personal matter, and not an easy one to solve in a couple of minutes.   No!  Please, thought I, please don’t expect a deep conversation during Annuals Planting Hell! I did my best to communicate under pressure, and my best was far from adequate to the other person’s needs.  I was left baffled and unsuccessful socially, as per usual. This cast a pall over the next half hour but I soon met up with a canine cure.

(The other result was that later in the day I realized I had been so distracted that I did NOT get the trailies I needed for the Veterans Field planters; they will remain bare of trailies till after Memorial Day.  A small matter that no one but me will notice and that bothers my sense of perfection.)


some stuff for me, some for LB, but not all that I had meant to choose…with Roxanne

The Red Barn

I planted and weeded under a cloud from the recent fraught encounter.


horsey hood ornament


The tough, gravelly small garden got some red Phygelius from my garden (where I regret planting it because it is so vigorous). And some coreopsis to complete the barrels.

Diane’s garden

Here comes the canine cure! Diane’s new puppy, Holly,  had come to her new home  this week.  She was out for a little walkabout when we arrived. (Allan’s photos till we get to KBC)



assuring Misty she is still my favourite


Diane picks up Holly…


All time and plant worried were forgotten.


new friend


That was wonderful. As for the time delay, meeting the family members of clients is always important. And we got Diane’s cosmos planted, along with a Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’ to scent the enclosed back patio.


cos ready to go in



also an Agastache ‘Cotton Candy’

Long Beach

We managed to get the cosmos into four areas: Fifth Street Park NW quadrant, NE quadrant, Veterans Field corner bed and flag pavilion bed.


NE Fifth Street Park, where I hope a couple of Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’ will scent the evening air.

Allan got us a takeaway Pink Poppy treat and coffee from Abbracci Coffee Bar just two doors east of the park.


much needed


Pink Poppy Bakery rhubarb cake went down a treat.


Vet Field flag pavilion (with camera strap)


planting vet field corner garden

The Planter Box

By now an hour and a half later than planned, we picked up our cosmos and painted sage. Neither Allan nor I took one photo as we rushed through this plant pick up; Teresa had kindly remembered to set the white escallonia I wanted out for me or I would have forgotten it.

Klipsan Beach Cottages

I had hoped to be at KBC by 3 PM; we got there at 4:45 and planted and mulched and weeded.


outer lawn (Allan’s photo)


other side of semicircle of rhododendrons


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo



putting Gardener and Bloome Soil Conditioner, from a heavy muddy bag, onto the lawn bed (Allan’s photos)





I got the KBC painted sage planted.  The rest for other gardens will have to wait for next week.  When we were done, I took some garden photos, all in the fenced garden,DSC09412.JPG for the KBC Facebook page.




right: Geranium ‘Ann Folkard’


sit spot


Dutch Iris


It had been drizzling lightly at times, making for good planting weather, except for a 20 mph maddening wind.





Allium ‘Mt Everest’


Did not quite get Allium bulgaricum in focus.


Allium schubertii starting to bloom

We had been going to prune the uppies and outies on the honeysuckle but we ran out of time.


It would make Denny happy to have this pruned and tidied.

On the way home, we stopped yet again at the Long Beach welcome sign to add a couple of yellow bidens to the east end, where we’d built up the soil.


It looks fantastic to reach to the very end.


We did not get home till 7:30 and had to unload all the painted sage and new cosmos and water everything, including pots on back patio.  The evening light was beautiful.






New panels on east fence are keeping the clematis on my side!


Where there are no fence panels, my clematis bloom on my nice neighbors’ side.


I pulled one through to admire.


Also love my new last year Fremontodendron.

The tag said Fremontodendron californicum likes no water in summer.  I need to get more of these for droughty areas in Long Beach and Ilwaco.


some erasures from the work board

We now have two days to try to achieve perfection in the Port of Ilwaco gardens (plus more cosmos planting), Long Beach parks and planters, before Memorial Day very big tourist weekend.






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