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Our lives in 1993 were almost completely absorbed with our job, my new beach garden, and, when I could get away from work and the garden, walks on the Seaview beach.  However the occasional outing to another part of the Peninsula at least would give me some photos from which to make cards that I sold at the front desk of the resort to make some extra dollars to supplement our meager income.  We never could have survived had it not been for the rent from our house in Seattle that paid for the property tax and insurance and small mortgage payment that remained up there.

In the spring, I got two salable photos from Oysterville:

Oysterville Spring

Oysterville Spring

Oysterville Picket Fence

Oysterville Picket Fence

One from Long Beach, since the owner of this house saw it and bought about twenty cards:

Minnie's in Long Beach

Minnie’s in Long Beach

Saturday was our slowest day because there would often be no turnover of the vacationers, so we went to Sandsations in June:

sandsations

sandsations

sandcastles awash at end of Sandsations day

sandcastles awash at end of Sandsations day

Kite Festival in August amazed me with its gorgeous kites. I had expected some Charlie Brown kites in the air and had no idea such artistry would be on display:

Revolution kite

Revolution kite

kite festival

kite festival

Flying Colours

Flying Colours

Aztec Calender by Michael Alvarez

Aztec Calendar by Michael Alvarez

 

Michael Alvarez and his box kite

Michael Alvarez and his box kite

kite festival

kite festival

launching a kite train

launching a kite train

kite train

kite train

going up...

going up…

kite train in the air

kite train in the air

The owners of the resort told us they never got to go to Kite Festival because of needing to answer the phone.  (Their vintage trailers were usually the last lodgings on the Peninsula to fill up.)  I took over one day so that they too could go enjoy the amazing display of kites.

We discovered a little natural food store in Nahcotta (where Bailey’s Café is now), whose hours were very irregular, and got to know its owners a bit.

back yard of Nahcotta Natural

back yard of Nahcotta Natural

Nahcotta garden

Nahcotta garden

Port of Nahcotta

Port of Nahcotta

After Labour Day, the work slowed slightly…although weekends would fill up each week until the end of October.  Robert and I got away to Oregon one day and I realized it was the first time we had left the Peninsula since bringing down our U Haul in the late winter.

Indian Beach

Indian Beach

Robert found a huge net on Indian Beach and we hung it as a trellis for vines along the RV Park building.  I think we planted ivy there, which we now consider a noxious weed.

As autumn drew on, the work did not seem to slow down as much as I had hoped as it was now the time for deep cleaning and for many repairs on the 100 year old lodge and cabins.   However, by late summer, I got another, very significant job…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This past week was the yearly week-long Washington State International Kite Festival in Long Beach, an event which used to bring me joy, and in the more recent past, has brought me much angst.  Since the installation of the Bolstadt Beach Approach garden several years ago, I have fretted during every kite festival about the condition of the garden.  We strive to make it perfect for the event, but what happens when booths featuring fair food, kites, and attractive trinkets are placed on either side of a long narrow garden? Indeed, much trampling ensues.

The first few years the garden featured mostly annuals such as poppies, godetia, cosmos, and bachelor buttons, and had no chance of standing up to trompling feet.  I had a file in my photos called the “Walk of Shame” featuring groups of tourists mashing down the plants.  Other than the problem of not knowing which disk or semi-defunct old PC those photos may be stored on, it might be kinder to not cling to the past and instead to rejoice that finally the beach approach garden has grown tough enough to mostly withstand the event, making it possible for me to enjoy the kite festival again…or I would, if only we had had time to take a day off work.

Now the beach approach garden is filled with rugosa roses, perhaps too many rugosa roses as they have crowded out some of the more delicate items and are competing by underground runners with some of my favourite perennials.   The ephemeral beauty of years past may be gone, but at least the garden stands a chance to look good till the end of the year.

Above) The beach approach garden before…and now…..Not as pretty but it will still have something going on for Labour Day weekend instead of being flat as the proverbial pancake from the feet of festival-goers..

This week: Brand new “paths” boldly trodden where no path was before. Plants turn to mush or simply, completely, disappear into dust! There are sidewalk breaks in the garden and stepping stone paths at regular intervals, so these new paths are unnecessary.

Even now, given the sight of food booths on the other side of the garden, festival goers still beat  trails that  turn plants to pulp.  In past years even a two foot high rugosa rose youngster was turned to blackened broken stems.  Now their thorny mature selves are up to the challenge.

Enough complaining about the garden.  Below are some photos of the kite festival in years past when I had no gardening issues to decrease my enjoyment of the beauty of the kites and the beach.

Revolution kite…………………………………..and a kite club’s encampment

Amazing kite creations: Left, by George Peters; Center, “Aztec Calendar” by Michael Alvarez

………………………..launching a kite train

left: kite face by Steve Brockett; right: flying on a kite string

left: my favourite banner, “Celebrate Diversity” by Lavender Winds kite club….Right, an enormous ring

[2012 note: The Rugosa Roses have filled in so thickly that Kite Festival no longer causes us any trauma.  Weeding does, though, because of the tiny hairy fierce thorns.  We still are frequently asked “Are those tomatoes?”]

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