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Thursday, 8 August 2019

Maybe because we had Tuesday off, I did not feel as desperate to get done with today and get on to our weekend.  All went smoothly from start to finish.

Depot Restaurant

We gave the whole garden a good watering to supplement the sprinklers.

I had a brainstorm that we could mark the two areas that need sprinkler heads with bamboo and string.  Will do that next week.

Lonicera ‘Baggeson’s Gold, Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’, Geranium ‘Rozanne’, Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’, Nasturtium ‘Moonlight’
SE corner of dining deck

inside the dining deck

Summer privacy has been achieved with the big ornamental grasses except for one spot where diners would be able to see cars in the parking lot:

The hops leaves in deep dining deck shade did not get sooty mold this year (so far):

Long Beach

We deadheaded and weeded the welcome sign.  It has soaker hoses so no watering necessary.

We separated downtown and each watered half of the planters and the six stand alone bucket-watered pots.

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and Oregano ‘Hopley’s Purple’
cute auto paint job

Last year I said I was going to remove this big, woody old Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ after Rod Run (the last big tourist weekend of the season—just four more weeks to go till the season is over!).  This year I really, really mean it.

I reminisced to myself about the beginning of the volunteer planter program, over 20 years ago.

On the recommendation of Ed Hume, who had a beach house here at the time, each planter got a dwarf blue rhododendron planted on the outside of the light post. Only three of the little rhodies survived and can still be seen in the wind-protected planters by the Elks, Scoopers, and Carnival Gifts.

Each planter had a great big heather planted on either side of the lamp post.  I was horrified (having decided to adopt four planters) because they were short, in the middle, took up a lot of room, bloomed only in winter, and were SO boring.  Fortunately, all the heathers died within a couple of years, or volunteers yanked them out.

All of the planters were downtown then, with none on the beach approaches.  The city decided to plant street trees in place of every other planter because people complained that all the lamp posts made the town look like a runway, so about twenty planters got moved to the approaches. I remember moving some of the heathers to the new beach approach garden, where only one survived.

At the stoplight, World’s End Pub has opened.

I saw this in a shop window and wanted it ever so much, but the shop was closed.  I went back the following Monday and the magnet was gone.

Because I had not seen the film, I thought the cat was, well, just any cat, and that the magnet meant that an orange cat (like our Skooter) was a marvel.  Allan had not seen this magnet.  When he went to the library on Saturday, he happened to pick up the Captain Marvel movie from the “You Got Lucky” shelf of popular films (instead of being number 200 on the hold list).  NOW I understand what the photo means.  I wonder if Marvel fans are naming their orange cats Goose…or Flerken.  (The movie was quite enjoyable, especially Goose.)

The next photo shows the difference in size between the flowers of Cosmos ‘Sonata’ and Cosmos ‘Xanthos’ (smaller and pale yellow).

ratibidia (Allan’s photo)
Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo. glads left over from volunteer days

We found a change in the police station rugosa rose garden.

That must have been painful to install.

Allan checked on our new plants at Fifth Street Park.

much better!

After the downtown planters, we watered the Sid Snyder beach approach planters. Trail ride horses were just heading out for the beach.

gazania in westernmost Sid Snyder planter (Allan’s photos)

We had time to check on the kite museum garden.  It’s not bad but having the museum closed on Wednesday and Thursday seems disappointing to tourists and difficult for the plants, which have to go two days without being watered (not our job!).

Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ and ornamental oregano
The fabulous and tender oregano came through the winter!


I hose watered and weeded at the boatyard while Allan bucket watered the street trees and planters.  (His day was therefore harder than mine.)

The euphorbia that fasciated last year looks like it is doing it again, even though I finally cut off last year’s cool stalk and took it home.

Last year, end of summer:


While watering inside the fence, I saw a pulled up and clipped elephant garlic.

Last time that happened, some garden fans drove by and stopped to compliment the garden, so I gave them the cloves and blossom of a vandalized plant.  They happened by again tonight, and showed me that they still have the garlic flower in their vehicle, so I gave them tonight’s vandalized bulbs.  Made me feel good about it.

Deer had not read the do not pick (or eat?) sign.

Some of the lilies had escaped being nibbled.

I love the paint job on the little boat:

Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo

The Ko Ko is back in the boatyard after an unpleasant mishap.  See this brilliant time lapse video by Aaron Webster.

In nature news, I learned on BBC’s Springwatch how the lack of long grass meadows is contributing to insect decline.  I am sure many people my age remember how a car windshield would be smeared with bugs after a drive in the country in the 60s.  Does that happen to your windshield now? I think not. But even if the windshield phenomenon is still speculative, when you see a meadow like this, let go to long grass…

…please do not agitate for it to be mowed and made tidy.

Allan’s photos while watering:

Look up above the light.

mysterious sunflowers in a planter

We finished our work day by watering our volunteer gardens at the post office and fire station….

…and were home by 7 PM to begin a three day weekend.

Just before bedtime, I had Frosty on my lap, with Jazmine on a chair and Skooter on the table and no growling or hissing.

Let peace reign.

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Friday, 9 February 2018

At home: My green hellebore, a gift last year from Our Kathleen.

and Clematis ‘Freckles’

The Depot Restaurant

We started with the spring clean up at the Depot in Seaview, mainly the cutting of the ornamental grasses on the south and east side of the dining deck.

south side, before (Allan’s photos)

and after



after; Allan is putting back the sprinkler line, which he pulled out to protect it from getting snipped.

The perennial and annuals border to be, on the north side of the deck

Allan chopped the one big grass at the house next door (Depot office space):

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

next door to the Depot (Allan’s photos)

We took our load of debris, including some branch-y clippings from coppicing shrubs at home, to the dump.  Because the usual clean green debris area was so muddy, we were instructed to put the compostables into a big dumpster.  It was a scary drop in my mind so I stayed well back from the edge.

way down far

Allan is brave.

In the evening, I finished a book.

Guess which orange one I love, and which one I loathe.

Long Beach

We returned to Fifth Street Park to do the two east side quadrants.

This narrow bed to the northeast desperately needs mulch.

One of these days, I will find Parks Manager Mike working in town and ask for a load to be placed for us at City Works.  I am glad he did not get any late last fall because I was all tired out and glad to go on staycation without mulching.

Rudbeckia blooming in February

While Allan pruned the big hydrangea in the SE corner, I checked on a few of the nearby trees and planters, cutting back old Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ and pulling little weeds.

tree in front of Abbracci Coffee Bar

We did not have time for a coffee break.  We did get some banana bread slices to go for our post-work tea time.

primroses under a street tree by Malai Thai restaurant

Geum unseasonably blooming in February

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ blooming three months early (or four months late)

hydrangea before

and after (Allan’s photos)

I hope we did not sacrifice flowers by pruning so low.  But if the flowers are up higher, they are hidden by tree branches and interfere with the light on the pole.

Allan found a painted rock representing a fried egg, quite appropriate for the park next to Benson’s Restaurant, a breakfast establishment.

I was able to erase Fifth Street Park and Depot from the work board clean up list…and remembered to add Third Street park.

Saturday, 10 February 2018

Long Beach

We started with the spring clean up of Long Beach City Hall; Saturday, when it is closed, is a good day for that because parking is easy.

Peggy’s Park, east side of city hall, before

Peggy’s Park was planted by Gene and Peggy Miles and is kept up by us in her memory.


Allan did the clean up on the west side.

City Hall, west side, before

narcissi and rosemary and rue

after (Allan’s photos)

With the city hall garden done, we dumped a load of debris at City Works and then went to Third Street.  Allan battled the roses on the south side of the police station:

before: Rosa rugosa ‘Blanc Double de Coubert’


welding gloves




And he cut back the Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’ in the Veterans Field flag pavilion garden.


memorial wreaths

making a mess

cleaned up

Meanwhile, I weeded and pruned hydrangeas in the little park by Lewis and Clark Square.

I am excited to tell you that the sign in the window says “Coming Soon: Taqueria el Jalepenos”!



I also pruned the hydrangeas in the southwest quadrant of Third Street park….



…and tidied up another block’s worth of planters.

more blooming Geranium ‘Rozanne’

and knautia blooming with the crocuses

That knautia was the variegated ‘Thunder and Lightning’ which unfortunately reverts to green leaves by the second year.

historic photos in the window of a business for sale (the building on the southwest corner of Bolstad and Pacific)

I hope passersby are appreciating the snowdrops in the planters.

We had another load of debris to dump.

evening sun in the city works yard

We drove out to the end of the Bolstad approach to view the sunset.

I was able to erase Vet Field, Third Street, and police station roses.

But then I remembered to add the parking lot berms.

For the bookish:  I’ve added 1985 in books, here.  I’m not sure if email subscribers will get a notice of these posts that I am publish retroactively, because I want to keep them all tidily together.



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Tuesday, 5 December 2017

It had been a cold night.

one of our bird baths. clippers resting on ice (Allan’s photo)

We drove up to Long Beach to do a small amount of work and pick up our check.

some lovely seasonal garlanding next to the Ilwaco Post Office

in Long Beach City Hall

Long Beach City Hall: finance staffer Helen does the decorating

City Hall west side

We’d had a frost overnight that had not been hard enough to create the need for the final go-round of planters.  However, Allan did cut down the last of the blooming chrysanthemums in a planter.

Unclipped Geranium ‘Rozanne’ were still blooming.

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and primroses blooming in December (Allan’s photo)

Goodbye to the yellow chrysanthemum (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

In Fifth Street Park, we took down the remaining old leaves on the Gunnera.


Thick stemmed gunnera take the big loppers.

after, with a few old leaves tucked over the crown of the plant to protect it from freezing

We had gotten a call from Oceanside Animal Clinic that our Smoky’s ashes were ready to be picked up.  Listening to the message, I had gotten teary when Dr. Raela said, “We will just tuck them away till you can pick them up.”  She knows just what to say.  We did pick them up, and I couldn’t help but cry.  My best kitty ever.  It’s hard to have the little box of ashes.

We dropped a book into the Ilwaco Timberland Library return box and admired their Christmas wreaths.

Ilwaco Timberland Library

I am enjoying other people’s decorations even though I don’t think we will put up our own tree this year.  The only place to put it is where my living room desk sits.  I like sitting at my living room desk on rainy days to blog with a garden view.  Eventually, I will make my Smoky retrospective photo blog posts there.

We drove along the Port of Ilwaco gardens and, of course, I saw a few things to do.

east end, looking west, before (Allan’s photos)


calendula blooming (Allan’s photo)

We clipped a small Miscanthus ‘Gold Bar’ at the Ilwaco Pavilion and an Eryngium at Time Enough Books and that was the end of the work day.

Crab pots are now stacked up in the field to the south of our property.

Allan’s photo

At the western port parking lots, stacked crab pots make a long aisle out of the traffic lane.

crab pots and the boat storage yard

Allan’s photo

At home, I decided that the Ilwaco boatyard garden and the port gardens are done for the year and erased them from the work board.

I then took a closer look at the box containing Smoky’s ashes.  It was so nicely decorated; when I got the ashes of my good cat Dumbles, from a vet across the river, they were in a plain square box.

“If love alone could have kept you here, you would have lived forever.”

I intend to bury Smoky’s ashes where his mother, Mary, is buried by the garden boat.  I need a day when I can do that properly, not in haste, and I do not know when that will be. Maybe I should wait till early spring.  I am wondering if I should finally bury my good cat Dumbles’ ashes in the same spot.  Dumbles liked to go outdoors at our old house.  At our new house, he was scared, and he died before the garden got big enough to be like the old garden.  Surely by now he would like it?  I know Mary would have probably bossed him around, like she did all the cats, but Smoky would have been his friend because Smoky was friends with and cuddled with Frosty, Calvin, Skooter, and of course, his mother Mary.

me and my Dumbles at the old house

Dumbles was a special boy, but even his loss did not affect me like Smoky’s did. I miss Smoky every day, especially while I am reading or watching television.  Frosty or Calvin (not Skooter) will sit on my lap, for awhile, but neither of them are snuggly.  Dumbles’ ashes are on a shelf near where I sleep. For now, Smoky’s ashes are on shelf near my chair.  I find that hard to deal with.

At two o clock, I was able to get back to my compost project, with the goal of emptying bin one into bin two.

I first took some starts of Artemisia ‘Powis Castle clippings,  sticking them in here and there, including by Mary’s grave where I want to grow silver-grey plants.

By the garden boat, the strawberries have taken over again. My vision is silver grey plants, and some catmint, with the scree garden reclaimed from strawberries.

Then the compost shifting began.

2:30 PM

Allan climbed onto the roof to prune the blue potato vine, which was putting some weight on our internet cable.

Allan’s photo, before; the after was after dark and too late for a photo

Here is an “after” taken the next day.

view from the roof

🙂 I do love composting.  I had no idea he was taking these pictures.

By 4:15, bin one was successfully shifted into bin two.

finally at the bottom of bin one!

I added some debris to bin one, clipping the pieces up small (six to eight inch lengths, mostly) to make them break down faster.

After sunset:

Tomorrow, I have one more pile, to the right, to shift into bin one, and then I will still have room for more garden clippings.

Scott and Tony stopped by briefly with a Christmas card.

Rudy and Bailey and Scott; Allan lent Scott a couple of movie DVDs.

Our good friend Tony.

Scott and Rudy

Tony and Scott had just been out on the beach clamming and took these photos.

Tony’s photo

Tony’s photo

When clams are in season and the clam tide comes at sunset or at night, people clam by lantern light.

This photo is just to show those who cried along with me about Smoky that there is still happiness in life.











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Tuesday, 12 September 2017

This morning, Allan found Skooter sleeping in the bathroom sink.

Anchorage Cottages

We began the work day with our weekly visit to Anchorage Cottages.

greeted by my good friend Mitzu.

Allan gave the viburnum in the center courtyard a flat top.

Allan’s photo

center courtyard

SorryNotSorry, daisy snobs; I decided to put in two clumps of shasta daisies on either side of Crocosmia in this messy little bed.  To be done later this fall.

window boxes from inside (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

I think the verticality is important, and yet we hear that the Salvia is making the windows harder to open and close.

Office courtyard with Beth on the phone taking care of business.

office courtyard sweet peas

Long Beach

While driving the main street on the way to the Anchorage, we had been pleased to see the planters had not been sat upon too terribly much during Rod Run.  This was especially good because we read later that the drivers downtown had gotten rather rowdy at times.  Excerpts from an article in the Chinook Observer:

The event resulted in one police chase and one rollover wreck, and some police officers said the atmosphere seemed a bit rowdier this year. But aside from those incidents, the Rod Run was safe and successful, authorities said.

And: “As they pulled through the intersection of Pacific and Bolstad at sunset, one Jeep-driver peeled out, and jerked backwards, slamming on his brakes just as he was about to hit his buddy’s Jeep. On each pass through downtown, they revved their engines, surging forward and screeching to a stop again and again. Some observers cheered, others looked seriously annoyed.

And “Early in the evening, a visiting officer from Castle Rock noticed a man in a black truck talking on his cell phone as he drove through downtown. When he signaled the man to pull over, “The guy dropped the cell phone, turned and took off. He went to Ocean Beach Boulevard,” Washington State Patrol Sgt. Brad Moon said. “The driver was headed north, accelerating to the point where he lost control of the vehicle.” Near Bolstad Avenue, the man crashed into a white SUV and jumped the curb, nearly hitting a woman in a wheelchair.

Officers from several agencies arrested him at gunpoint. Tests later revealed the man had a blood-alcohol level of 0.26, well over the legal limit of 0.08, Moon said.”

Memories of when the event used to be on Labor Day Weekend: “Fifteen years ago…. State Patrol would send as many as 40 troopers to help out, and they’d arrest 40 to 60 drunks over the weekend. For the last few years, they’ve arrested four to six people drunk drivers each year. This year, there were three DUIs….”

chairs left over from Rod Run (Allan’s photo)

Our new method of discouraging sitting by leaving as much foliage as possible, tatty or not, hanging over the edge, seems to have worked.  Today, it was satisfying to tidy the planters up.

lots of candy wrappers from candy tossed from cars (Allan’s photo)

Herb N Legend Smoke Shop, before

and after

I took the wheelbarrow all through town and filled it to the brim twice.  With tourist season officially over, I had room on the sidewalk to maneuver my wheelbarrow through town. Allan watered the trees and  three blocks worth of planters, more than usual for him on Tree Watering Day, because all my clipping slowed me down.

The classic Long Beach frying pan photo

Fifth Street Park and Captain Bob’s Chowder

Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ was abuzz with insects. Some looked sort of unfriendly.

Our friends Captain Bob and Cathy had left their café to go on a celebratory vacation.

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ was the plant that created the most wheelbarrow debris.

Third Street Park planter, before

and after (not exactly gorgeous. I know.)

I thought Allan had gotten way ahead of me and was pleased to see him still behind me, under the Elks sign, working on the two north blocks.

looking north at Bolstad and Pacific; Allan in yellow vest under the Elks sign.

He caught up and passed me, going south, within a block, which is when I asked him to also water the planters on the southernmost block.

by Cottage Bakery, somewhat sat upon but not bad at all

My lovely Othonna cheirifolia was unscathed.

While watering a street tree, Allan found part of a cigar, which he put into his debris bucket, of course.

A man emerged from a restaurant and mournfully said, “You got my cigar wet!”  Allan fished it out of the bucket and said, “It isn’t clean,” and the man took it and and walked off with it in his mouth.

a tree garden that did get very much stood upon (Allan’s photo).  This is also the one that needs to be bucket watered because the faucet does not work.

Allan’s photo

more candy wrappers (Allan’s photo)

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and bidens (Allan’s photo)

in the Heron Pond (Allan’s photo)

While I was watering and clipping the carousel planter, a man stopped close to me and asked, “If I give you my address, will you come do my garden?”  We hear this a lot; I gave my usual jolly reply of, “After I do MY garden!”  Then he said he would pay $35 an hour, and I said, “That is tempting; we don’t make that here. Where do you live?”  “Longview,” he replied, “and my gardener makes $35 an hour, and sometimes $42 depending on what sort of gardening she is doing.”  I said that the big city does pay better.  He then asked, “What are you having for dinner?”  “I don’t know,” said I, “I don’t do the cooking.”  At that point, he tried to hand me $20, saying, “This is to get yourself something good for dinner.”  I demurred and told him he should to give it to someone who truly needed it.  He insisted, I refused, he graciously accepted my refusal and walked on.  As he walked away, I called out “You are a very nice guy!”

I later thought that I could have said I would take it to add to my contribution for the October rent for one of the families whose wage earner has been taken away by ICE (immigration enforcement, which is targeting hardworking undocumented long time community members here).  That probably would have involved more words than I could have managed to muster while watering.  See the end of this blog post for some facts about undocumented immigrants.

I continued walking south till Allan and I met up on the last block.

one of the better street tree pocket gardens, watered once a week

I had forgotten to put a bandaid on my little toe, which began to scream two blocks before I was done, leading to my removing my special shoe insert, followed by a sigh of relief from my little toe and a screech of protest from my sore heel.


When we got home, Allan went back out to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters, while I sat and read the news.  He had made me a fine cup of Builder’s Tea.


That gave me the strength to rise again and empty the work trailer of the two wheelbarrow loads of good non weedy clippings, a good addition to my compost bins.  I did not muster the energy to hobble back to the bogsy woods and haul out yesterday’s pile of cut salmonberry trunks and branches.

Thus ends today’s blog post.  Read on, if you like, for some information about immigrants, a subject that is much on my mind because of the way that beloved local people are being taken by ICE.

Here, from the Stories from this week’s installment of the Stories from the Heart series by Sydney Stevens, are some facts about immigration.  How does it connect with us? A bit of our gardening income right now is going to help these local families deal with the sudden crackdown instigated by the new national administration.

A Fact-Checker Speaks (by Sydney Stevens)

Falsehood # 1: They don’t pay taxes

Undocumented immigrants do, indeed, pay taxes. Like everyone else in the United States, they pay sales taxes. They also pay property taxes — even if they rent. As a report from the Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy (ITEP) points out, “the best evidence suggests that at least 50 percent of undocumented immigrant households currently file income tax returns using Individual Tax Identification Numbers (ITINs), and many who do not file income tax returns still have taxes deducted from their paychecks.”

Currently, in Washington State, undocumented immigrants pay an estimated $316,624,000 in state and local taxes.

Falsehood #2: They don’t pay into Social Security

According to the Social Security Administration (SSA), unauthorized immigrants — who are not eligible to receive Social Security benefits — have paid an eye-popping $100 billion into the fund over the past decade.

“They are paying an estimated $15 billion a year into Social Security with no intention of ever collecting benefits,” according to Stephen Goss, chief actuary of the SSA. “Without the estimated 3.1 million undocumented immigrants paying into the system, Social Security would have entered persistent shortfall of tax revenue to cover payouts starting in 2009,” he said. “As the baby boom generation ages and retires, immigrant workers are key to shoring up Social Security and counteracting the effects of the decline in U.S.-born workers paying into the system.” (An article in the Atlantic explains more about this, including “We estimate that earnings by unauthorized immigrants result in a net positive effect on Social Security financial status generally, and that this effect contributed roughly $12 billion to the cash flow of the program for 2010″.)

Falsehood #3: They drain the system.

Undocumented immigrants do not qualify for welfare, food stamps, Medicaid, and most other public benefits. Most of these programs require proof of legal immigration status and under the 1996 welfare law, even legal immigrants cannot receive these benefits until they have been in the United States for more than five years.

A Congressional Budget Office report on the Comprehensive Immigration Reform Act of 2007 concluded that a path to legalization for immigrants would increase federal revenues by $48 billion. Such a plan would see $23 billion in increased costs from the use of public services, but ultimately, it would produce a surplus of $25 billion for government coffers, CBO said

Falsehood #4: They take American jobs.

Removing the approximately 8 million unauthorized workers in the United States would not automatically create 8 million job openings for unemployed Americans, said Daniel Griswold, director of the Cato Institute’s Center for Trade Policy Studies, in his 2011 testimony before the House Judiciary Sub-committee on Immigration Policy and Enforcement.

The reason, is two-fold. For one, removing millions of undocumented workers from the economy would also remove millions of entrepreneurs, consumers and taxpayers. The economy would actually lose jobs. Second, native-born workers and immigrant workers tend to possess different skills that often complement one another.

According to Griswold, immigrants, regardless of status, fill the growing gap between expanding low-skilled jobs and the shrinking pool of native-born Americans who are willing to take such jobs. By facilitating the growth of such sectors as retail, agriculture, landscaping, restaurants, and hotels, low-skilled immigrants have enabled those sectors to expand, attract investment, and create middle-class jobs in management, design and engineering, bookkeeping, marketing and other areas that employ U.S. citizens.

Falsehood #5: It’s just a matter of following the law.

Under current immigration laws, there are very few options for legal immigration, the costs are increasingly prohibitive and the wait for any kind of status can be long and frustrating. According to the State Department, that imaginary “immigration line” is already 4.4 million people long and depending on the type of visa sought and the country of origin, the wait can be years to decades long. In some countries, such as the Philippines and Mexico, people have been waiting over 20 years for approval of a family-sponsored visa.

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Monday, 28 August 2017

Long Beach

With the terrible flooding in Houston going on, I’d feel like a wretch if I complained about the weather here.  So let me just share:

And let me add that calling this “warm” is nuts.  “Smoke” was also in the forecast for today and created a haze around the edges of the sky.  We think this time it is from wildfires in Oregon rather than in Canada.  Later, someone said we had had “100% humidity”.  It felt very different from any hot weather that I have experienced here.

Fortunately, most (but not enough) of our work day involved watering.

We began with two north blocks so that I could buy some spray paint on sale.  I need to repaint the tall bamboo poles in our garden before winter.

I briefly popped into the always fascinating NIVA green shop to add to my photo collection for the shop’s Facebook page.

in NIVA green

Today we watered the planters and the street trees.

My walkabout photos:

across the street in Fifth Street Park: the classic frying pan photo being taken

Those folks getting their photo taken do not know that they are supposed to fling their arms up like they are clams frying in a pan.  Not that clams have arms.  But that’s what people do.

A fellow walked by and, as often happens, complimented the planters.  Then he asked, “Do you take care of the big pansy buckets, too?”  I somehow knew he meant the big hanging baskets from the Basket Case Greenhouse, which the city crew waters every morning.

Herb ‘N Legend Smoke Shop

My friend Tam from the smoke shop showing off his whiskers.

California poppies

more California poppies

Agastache ‘Blue Boa’

the carousel

Eryngium and Agastache in the big Lewis and Clark Square planter

Why don’t I plant more eryngiums in the regular sized planters?  How odd that I do not.  Must fix that.

Allan and I met up halfway through and had a break at Abbracci Coffee Bar for refreshing iced coffees.

a black labrador to pet

in Abbracci

Allan’s walkabout photos:

Geranium ‘Rozanne’


Cosmos ‘Sonata’

The bees go round and round the center of the cosmos.

by Wind World Kites

With the trees and planters watered, we moved the van to park by Veterans Field, where I did some weeding while Allan pulled old Crocosmia ‘Lucifer from a corner of Third Street Park.

Veterans Field with Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’

Crocosmia project, before (Allan’s photos); looked like a bear had sat in it.


We walked along the Bolstad beach approach garden, clipping any rugosa rose stem that had strayed into the street.

the Bolstad approach, looking east

The city crew was dismantling kite festival…(Allan’s photo)

We think this selfie was with the rugosa roses instead of with the arch! (Allan’s photo)

While I went into city hall to sort out some paperwork, Allan pulled some more Crocosmia.


after (The gold shrub is Physocarpus ‘Dart’s Gold’


I had intended to walk the planter route, checking on them for chickweed and so forth.  However, my foot hurt too much so I went home, watered, and belatedly did our B&O quarterly tax forms.  Allan watered the Ilwaco trees and planters:

Pennisetum macrourum at the boatyard

poppies reseeded in the street at sunset

A kind local friend gave me the sort of foot brace you wear while sleeping in order to help cure plantar fasciitis.  I think it is helping…but it is slow going getting better.




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Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Since early summer, I had been corresponding with Terri, the organizer of the Master Gardeners of Grays Harbor and Pacific County garden tour, ever since contacting her to confirm the date of their 2017 tour.  She had invited us to come visit her garden sometime this summer.  When she sent me these photos in late June, I knew I just had to go there.

Terri’s photo

Terri’s photo

Terri’s photo

Today Allan and I got up early and drove two hours to the garden.  The property is named for Cynthia Markham who first claimed it in the mid 19th century.  Long before that, these shoreline acres were probably walked by the members of the Shoalwater Bay tribe.

As we approached, down a long dead end road, I exclaimed in joy.


I knew right away, from my first sight of the garden bed lit by sunshine at the end of the road, that we were in for something special.


to our left along the driveway


looking back along the driveway


The old tubs used to be used for horse watering troughs.

Two horses grazed over the fence by where we parked.  We soon learned that they are named Woody and Gus after characters in Lonesome Dove.  The white horse, Woody, is 35 years old and Gus is about 26.


Allan’s photo

We were greeted by Ilsa, a 15 month old recently adopted rescue dog who soon became my new dear friend.  She used to be a city dog and now lives in paradise.


Ilsa turning back at the sound of Terri’s voice.  This is the entry garden that I had seen from far up the road.


Ilsa and her tennis ball (Allan’s photo).  To the left of the driveway is a vast field of blueberries.


a stand of persicaria backed with phlox

Terri welcomed us and we walked slowly up toward the house, admiring the long driveway garden at every step along the way.


to our right


To our left. Teucrium hyrcanicum “Purple Tails’. I thought it was a salvia.  Must have!




that face! 🙂


to our left: Verbena bonariensis and phlox


to our right: I was amazed to learn that this huge plant is a persicaria, Persicaria polymorpha, which I must acquire.


to our right, smokebush smoking



Look closely and you will see that the top of the stump is planted with teucrium.


In this area and elsewhere, several enormous trees came down in the Great Coastal Gale of 2007.  Although she and Bill had owned the property by then for many years and had cleared the rhododendron forest from being completely overgrown by bindweed and more, and had grown  vegetables, it was not till after the gale that Terri focused on creating the ornamental garden.


To our right: We are still walking up the driveway!


to our left


Ilsa got ahead of us.


Ilsa by the pond

Waldo Pond got its name from “Where’s Waldo?”, as in looking for the frogs on the lily pads.  We only saw one today.  Terri says they hop off into the garden during the day.


by Waldo Pond


Some water has evaporated over our dry summer.




Just past the pond is the house and garage.


garage wall



We met Terri’s spouse, Bill, and went up onto the deck where a group of chairs sat around a fireplace.


The loon is a recurring symbol here.


(taken later in the day)


I was so focused on the deck’s ambience and on the bay view that it took me till I looked at my photos to see the second story skybridge going between the house and the garage.



On the deck overlooking Grays Harbor.




The wide deck goes all the way around the house.


outside the kitchen window



Allan’s photo

After walking all around the deck, Terri and Allan and I embarked upon a tour of the winding paths through the garden along the north side of the driveway.


The paths strayed hither and yon, opening up into small clearing and vignettes.



corylopsis leaves catching the sun


Hydrangea and fuchsia magellanica

Terri and I had already figured out, through her reading of this blog and through email correspondence, that we share similar taste in plants.


As you can see, Ilsa accompanied us through the garden.


lacecap hydrangea


Hydrangea aspera


Hydrangea aspera


textural Corylopsis leaves

A clearing revealed Terri’s latest project in progress, made from broken concrete.



Hydrangea paniculata





Some garden art found at Pier 1


Lamprocapnos scandens


Lespedeza thunbergii (Bushclover)


Cotinus (Smokebush)




We walked down a slope on a paths that was easy, with non slippery mulch and nice wide steps.


To the north is the alder wood.  You can just see the top of Terri’s head!



I think this is Arundo donax variegata.

Terri is going off of big grasses that flop all over the place.  The one above is well behaved.

A long river of Geranium ‘Rozanne’ spills down the hill, about fifty of them, planted ten years ago. By this late in the summer, some of the crocosmia has flopped over the river of blue; Terri said she is planning to thin the crocosmia for that reason.


with a scrim of Miscanthus ‘Morning Light’



Allan’s photo

Below the Rozanne River lies the alder wood, also part of the property and also with paths.  We did not go into the woods because Ilsa is a newly adopted dog, and Terri does not want her to learn about those paths until she is sure to return home.


to the west, the contained (by a concrete ditch, I think) bamboo grove (Allan’s photo)

Looking to the east, we could see Woody grazing in the pasture.


Allan’s photo

As we climbed the hill again, I admired a low wall that I had walked right by before.


made from a natural looking manufactured block, much better looking than “cottage” blocks.


a sit spot


colour and texture



When Terri and Bill’s children were young and they had first acquired the farm and were just spending weekends there from Seattle, they got rid of the television and have used the satellite dish as a planter ever since.  It conceals the access to the septic tank.



approaching the house again

Their grandson loves the winding secret paths.  I was thinking how amazing it must be for children to visit there, something they will remember for a lifetime.

We took a short break for glasses of water in the kitchen.


the old farmhouse kitchen ceiling (Allan’s photo)


kitchen window (Allan’s photo)


Allan noticed this interesting chair! Bill pointed out they were a north wind motif.

Refreshed, we embarked upon a walk toward the beach.  On the way, we admired more garden beauty.

To the south of the driveway is an enormous field of blueberries, transplanted from a farm and now a sanctuary for birds.



next to the driveway fence




Terri’s newest garden bed is a collection of pollinator friendly plants.


echinaceas and more

Because the garden is not deer fenced, Terri has found an interesting way to repel deer.  She soaks tennis balls in deer repellent (heavy on the eggs!) and puts them on stakes around the garden.


However, do you see Ilsa in the background?  She loves tennis balls and goes after the stinky staked ones.


This open air pavilion is where an old forge used to stand, evidenced by piles of ashes found downhill.  I think it incorporates some of the forge building or an old carriage house.



Allan’s photo


the pavilion


loon carving


Bill and I


looking east at the blueberry field from where the beach trail begins.

The many photos from our walk on the beach will be a bonus post, tonight.

Ilsa took a short nap upon our return from the beach. (Allan’s photo)

When we returned, Bill made us delicious burgers for lunch.  He called them smash burgers, made from a ball instead of a patty and smashed under a weight so that they are crispy on both sides.  That, and a salad made with avocado and endive that was eaten too eagerly to be photographed, went down a treat.


quite honestly the best burger I’ve ever had


Ilsa sits nobly by while we dine at a picnic table.


our view toward Waldo pond

As I gazed from the picnic table to the pond, one small conifer shone like a golden torch.  It is not as evident in the photo as it was to my eyes.  You can see it next to an orb toward the left, above; it is Thuja platycladus ‘Weedom’.


peach and apple cobbler for dessert

Soon after we had arrived, we had learned (to my vast relief!) that Bill and Terri share our thoughts about current events. That made for sympatico lunchtime conversation, which is a great comfort these days.

After lingering over our meal, we took a walk down the driveway to see the horses before saying goodbye.


Some flowers on the way:

Verbena bonariensus

Persicaria (Allan’s photo)

Phlox (Allan’s photo)

The glorious Teucrium ‘Purple Tails’ again. Terri says it holds its colour for a long time. (Allan’s photo)

Buddleia (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Barn wall (Allan’s photo)

Terri and Gus

Gus enjoying carrots

Here comes Woody. (Allan’s photo)

Woody is mostly blind. Terri tossed down some carrots for him but Gus got them first.

Woody moved away. (Allan’s photos)

Later that night, Woody got apple peels to make up for it.

As we got into our van to leave, I noticed one more cool little tree.

Allan’s photo

It is Staphylea pinnata (European Bladdernut), one that is new to me.

We drove off from an idyllic, perfect visit with seedpods on the dashboard.

If you are smitten with this garden, you’ll have a chance to see it next July on the Grays Harbor Master Gardener tour. It is a garden I will be revisiting in my mind many times and will find well worth the drive to visit in another season.

Tonight’s bonus post: Our midday walk on the beach below the garden.

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Thursday, 10 August 201

Before we left for work, Devery brought us some of a big organic cabbage grown by a friend and told us that she had adopted a little Chihuahua pug dog, which I could meet at the end of the day.


our volunteer garden at the Ilwaco post office…needs more santolina in the front.  Next year!

Long Beach

We had had a trace of rain overnight, not enough to save us from the watering of the Long Beach planters.  Today, the job went faster because it wasn’t street tree watering day.

First we deadheaded at the welcome sign.  Allan ran the string trimmer around it.


Allan’s photo



I wish I had taken a photo before trimming the corner plant of Geranium ‘Orion’.  I want to show how much better Geranium ‘Rozanne’ is.


after trimming deadheads off of Orion


Rozanne does not need deadheading and does not have a plain green center to the plant.


Rozanne is bigger and bluer.

Rozanne, I let myself be tempted by someone else.  I wish I had nothing but you for the blue in the Long Beach welcome sign garden.  I regret that I strayed.


back of sign with Rozanne at the ends and Orion in the middle.

In the fall, Orion is coming out of that planter and will be replaced with all Rozanne.

We split up to water the downtown planters.  Allan went north and I went south.

One of my first planters was by the carousel.


The last two times I have watered the four planters within sound of the carousel, the music has been 80s—Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, You Spin Me Round (Dead or Alive), leading to almost painful nostalgia.  Today, the song was Karma Chameleon by Culture Club, reminding me intensely of the ten years that horror writer Wilum Pugmire lived in my attic.  We drifted apart after I moved (for a long time he did not even have email).  By leaving Seattle, I terribly disrupted his living situation (although it did turn out well in the end).

He adored Boy George and his attire evoked both Boy George and his other beloved icon, Barbra Streisand.


me and Wilum almost exactly thirty years ago (1987) and Wilum in his full regalia

Sometimes the memories evoked by the carousel music are almost too much for me.

Moving on to the next set of planters, I was immensely cheered by these four fierce chihuahas.


first three.


Then a fourth one appeared.

As I watered the nearby planter, I saw many passersby amused by this quartet.  (The day was cool, almost cold, and the window was cracked open.)

I started thinking happily about my new neighbour, Devery’s chi-pug dog, whom I would soon meet.  I suddenly realized that he was the very same dog, Roy, that I’d noticed in the local humane society’s availability update.  He had appealed to me because I so like the Basket Case Greenhouse chi-pug, Buddy.  And now Roy would be my dog-neighbour! (Devery is calling him “Royal”.)


I looked Roy’s picture up on the humane society Facebook page.

A little further on, I admired the latest tigridia blooms and noticed their crown-like center.


Today’s tigridia



At the south end of downtown, a sign amused me.  I’ve looked at it every week and never noticed the missing letter till now.


I admired the excellent window boxes at Dooger’s Restaurant:


from across the street


and closer

And also the window box at Lighthouse Realty.


Moving along…


Gladiolus papilio


the wildflower meadow look


Lily ‘Black Beauty’ in Fifth Street Park


Lilium ‘Black Beauty’; note the green furrows


Helenium ‘Sahin’s Early Flowerer’ and catmint

Photos from Allan’s watering walkabout:


traffic jam


Agastaches in Lewis and Clark Square planter


Cosmos ‘Sonata’ and Geranium ‘Rozanne’


Coulter Park: two fallen cosmos on the lawn


Cosmos and Berberis ‘Helmond Pillar’


snapdragons and agastache


Geranium ‘Rozanne’




Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ and santolina


Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’

With the planters all watered in good time, we took a break at Abbracci Coffee Bar.



Allan’s photo; we leave our gear on the tree bench


Maddy of Pink Poppy Bakery had just delivered a brown sugar cake.


flowers in Abbracci


all gone (Allan’s photo)

We finished up Long Beach with some clipping in Fifth Street Park.


I don’t think this garden is as good as usual this year.


The problem is the cosmos, which should be tall, are short.  It seemed to me earlier this summer that the beds were not getting as much water as usual.


In fall, I am going to divide and spread around the heleniums…


…even though they clash with the backdrop of insipid, mildewy pink Dorothy Perkins rose.

Allan sent this man to me for a plant ID.  It was, of course, for the tigridia (Mexican shell flowers).


Allan trimmed back this lady’s mantle…


Alchemilla mollis

…and noticed the interesting seedheads (or spent flowers):



I thinned this batch a bit.  It still has enough yellow to stay till next week.

We were done with plenty of time for our Ilwaco work tasks.


We drove past our house to have a gander at the progress of the playground at the end of town.  Or so we planned, till I looked down Devery’s driveway and saw her with her new dog.  “Back up!” I cried, eager to meet a new friend.  Never mind the playground for today.


my new friend, Royal


He’s so soft and sleek.

Royal was rescued from a kill shelter in California and brought to our local no-kill shelter, where he was lucky enough to be found by Devery.

Allan went to water the Ilwaco planters, while I weeded at the Norwood and the J’s gardens.


our own front garden


the second of four beds that are outside the deer fence on the west side of the house


elephant garlic next to Devery’s driveway

I got back to work:


The J’s roses

I am pleased that the new hydrangeas in the Norwood garden are putting out new flowers (after I had to cut off the too-floppy flowers they came with).


Endless Summer hydrangea coming back into bud


Norwood garden Agapanthus and lavender

Just as I was leaving Norwoods, I saw Jay himself arrive…with a puppy, making the sixth darling small dog of the day.


eight week old Julius

At home, buddies Smokey and Calvin were snoozing together.



My last garden event of the day: harvesting cukes out of the greenhouse.


Meanwhile, Allan watered the Ilwaco street trees and planters and got the photos I wanted that show how the planters enhance the town, even though they are small and mostly located in a difficult wind tunnel straight up from the river.







The city hall planters are fancier because the staff gives them supplemental watering beyond our two times a week.


This one half died for some reason.  Has been recently replanted.  Allan thinks the trailing rosemary looks like a waterfall under the fish mural.


Our Jenna gives this one by her studio supplemental water.  Something is chomping the nasturtium leaves.


Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’

Now we have three days off and a garden tour to anticipate.

Friday, 11 August 2017

I mostly just finished a mystery I was reading, except for a pleasant interlude when good  friend Judy S. and her spouse Larry came to see our lilies and to examine our deer fence.  I did only a minimum of gardening (fertilized containers) and took no photos.


Judy appreciating the Stipa gigantea


and the Melianthus major’s peanut butter scent.

The J’s sent over some freshly cleaned and cooked crab that Jay himself had caught that day on his boat.  I so appreciate not being given a live crab!


before they were cleaned and cooked and turned into crab legs and shared

Allan, a much better householder than me, decided it was high time to defrost the refrigerator.  (It is old and frosts up quickly.)


The mystery was Double Booked for Death (Black Cat Bookshop Series #1) by Ali Brandon.  I liked it well enough to order the sequel, even though I much prefer when cats do not help solve mysteries.  At least this one was not a talking cat.

We had our weekly garden club dinner at the Cove with Dave and Melissa.


in the entry foyer at the Cove


rhubarb cake

Tomorrow: The Astoria garden tour, at last!





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Tuesday, 8 November 2016


Frosty and Smokey at home

Although it was an annoyingly windy day, we decided to get one more fall clean up job done in the afternoon.

Anchorage Cottages

Mitzu demonstrated how windy it was.

Mitzu demonstrated how windy it was.

Allan's photo

Our good friend Mitzu (Allan’s photo)

Mitzu and cotoneaster (Allan's photo)

Mitzu and cotoneaster (Allan’s photo)

a late dahlia (Allan's photo)

a late dahlia (Allan’s photo)

parking lot garden near the office, before

parking lot garden near the office, before

after cutting the green shoots out of the variegated fuchsia.

after cutting the green shoots out of the variegated fuchsia.

Wind gusts of thirty miles an hour plagued us by blowing around everything we clipped.

Long Beach

We had time to tackle the garden by Kabob Cottage (me) and the south side of the police station (Allan).

nearby Veterans field shows the wind. (Allan's photo)

nearby Veterans field shows the wind. (Allan’s photo)

Two little gardens. Above it All Kites closed years ago.

Two little gardens. Above it All Kites closed years ago.

behind Lewis and Clark Square, before

behind Lewis and Clark Square, before

before, with annoying crocosmia (including the pesky orange kind)

before, with annoying crocosmia (including the pesky orange kind)





Allan’s project was a windy one:

south side of police station, before

south side of police station, before





Right under the police captain’s window, flattened and grown through with roses, Allan found a dessicated but still stinky dead raccoon.  Someone probably put it there.  We turned that problem over the to the city crew when I realized how odiferous it was.  They dealt with it promptly.  I will spare you the rather interesting photo Allan took of it.

While we worked, the city crew was busy putting up Christmas lights, their goal being to have the whole town extensively decorated before Thanksgiving.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

audience (Allan's photo)

audience (Allan’s photo)

There are four planters north of where we worked that we have bulbs in waiting for.  I was pleased to see they had been dug into to try and find an electrical problem that must be fixed.

I should be able to plant bulbs soon.

I should be able to plant bulbs soon.

at home


Acanthus senii about to bloom

Geranium 'Rozanne' still blooming

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ still blooming

I worked on the blog post about Klipsan Beach Cottages journals as the first election results trickled in.  As the evening progressed, I kept blogging and checking the news, till we finally settled in to watch the telly news.  By then I knew the electoral college was hopeless for Hillary.  I had come to actually love her from reading about her extensively after my hopes for Bernie were dashed.  I don’t demand that a person be perfect and flawless before I love her and I had felt she would accomplish much good, and that anyone who carefully researched the many attacks on her would find her to be someone who had been falsely maligned on many counts.  I had been filled with real horror and disgust by her racist, xenophobic, and misogynistic opponent but I had never underestimated his ability to rile up the masses.

By 11, or maybe it was midnight, we watched a cooking show instead.  Or Allan did.  Because I was fairly quiet about it, he did not know that I couldn’t see through tears brought on by the realization that so much of social justice and environmentalism I had supported since age 12 was very likely about to be dismantled.  Everything that matters to me had been on the line.  It felt like an assault.  I almost wrote everything other than gardening…but…climate change affects gardening in a major way.

Three hours of sleep followed.  Frosty, who has never slept with me before, slept right by my head, purring in a way that did not help me sleep and yet was comforting.

My mother was conservative.  But I can tell you right now, the minute D.T. insulted her hero John McCain, she would have been done with him.  When he said of sexual assault in the military, “What did these geniuses expect when they put men & women together?”, she would have been done with him.  She was a Marine in WWII and she WAS sexually assaulted in the military.  When he made a joke about the Purple Heart, she would have been apoplectic.  I wish I could talk with her about it.


1995 (age 71):

Nov 8: I started piling new wood.  Some pieces big enough for chopping blocks.  I guess I’ll have to order split wood in future.  If Robert doesn’t have time I’ll have to hire someone to split it although Del offered to help me.  NICE MAN.  [Robert and I visited mom for 3 or 4 days each fall to do chores for her.]

Started hemming the new slacks I have had for months.  Then the shopper came [newspaper circular with ads].  Pansies and mums for 39 cents!  I dashed in and bought 4 full trays (64 plants).  I may go back for more plus some mums.

1997 (age 73):

Nov 8:  It was such a beautiful warm sunny day so I went out and worked in the upper part of the Tam area, cutting back, weeding etc.  I got about a third of the Tam flower bed done.



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Last Sunday, I had such a poignant moment when I got a message from Nancy (co owner of the Depot Restaurant) that her mother Marilyn’s garden (and house) had sold.  Marilyn had passed away this past summer.  We had not been sure when the real estate closing closing would be, perhaps not even till early November, and so the possibility of one last clean up there had still been on the calendar.  Now it had passed into the hands of new owners.

So with poignant thoughts of Marilyn and her healing garden (which will get a slide show blog post later this autumn), I took my finger to erase the task from the work board.

We will deeply miss making the "healing garden" for dear Marilyn.

We will deeply miss making the “healing garden” for dear Marilyn.

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

I had a strong desire to dismantle the Corridor of Spooky Plants, having removed the cobwebs from it last night after 9 PM.

the corridor of spooky plants, de-cobwebbed

the corridor of spooky plants, de-cobwebbed and ready to be undone

Skooter (Allan's photo)

Skooter (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Smokey and Skooter

Smokey and Skooter

However, I had a work plan for today rain or shine: to dismantle Diane’s roadside garden.  I collected from the greenhouse all the big pots emptied from this year’s tomato growing.

Look who I found snoozing in the stacked plastic pots.

Look who I found snoozing in the stacked plastic pots.

Pacific tree frog woken from a nap.

Pacific tree frog woken from a nap.

Basket Case Greenhouse

On the way to Diane’s, we detoured to The Basket Case Greenhouse to buy some potting soil.

at The Basket Case

at The Basket Case

me and new owner Roxanne

me and new owner Roxanne

Basket Case has some handsome cannas for sale.

Basket Case has some handsome cannas for sale.

and some black bamboo.

and some black bamboo.

Diane’s garden

Diane and Larry’s septic system has to be redone and the line of trees cut down along the road, so we dug up a lot of the perennials from the roadside garden.  Heavy equipment will be driving there.  We worked through rain squalls and wind.  Most of the time the weather was tolerable.

getting set up

getting set up

a new ramp for our good friend Misty, whose hind legs no longer work very well.

a new ramp for our good friend Misty, whose hind legs no longer work very well.






work in progress

The digging was blessedly easy.

The digging was blessedly easy.

We left in the ground the six or more large pink heathers and the rosemary because we did not think they would transplant well.  Perhaps they and the narcissi and crocus bulbs that are still in the ground will survive being driven over.  We plan to recreate this garden in some form after the project is done.

We also saved as many as we could of the river rock that edged the garden because rocks would surely get shoved down into the soil during the construction work.  It would be more expensive to buy another yard of the rock than to spend the labor saving most of it.

removing the river rock edge

removing the river rock edge





Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, two handsome purple penstemons, some pink and blue scabiosa, some lavenders, a Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’, an Eryngium and some bulbs were all salvaged.

The garden will live in pots over the winter.

The garden will live in pots over the winter.

piles of river rock stashed and waiting

piles of river rock stashed and waiting

an ominous looking mushroom or toadstool (Allan's photo)

an ominous looking mushroom or toadstool (Allan’s photo)

This was perhaps the most important project of the autumn.  I was glad to have it done.

The Anchorage Cottages

The bad weather held off long enough for us to do some pruning at the Anchorage.

our good friend Mitzu

our good friend Mitzu

Allan's pruning of Escallonia 'Iveyi', before

Allan’s pruning of Escallonia ‘Iveyi’, before

and after

and after.  We did not want it to obscure the sign by spring time.

Long Beach

I had been plagued recently by the memory of a dandelion I had forgotten to pull in the big Lewis and Clark Square planter.  Several times recently we had passed through town and I had gotten distracted from stopping to pull it out.

Today I remembered.

Today I remembered.

It was about to bloom!

It was about to bloom!

Geranium 'Rozanne' is still putting on a show in the planters.

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ is still putting on a show in the planters.

I need to remember to trim back the rugosa rose on the south side of the police station.

I need to remember to trim back the rugosa rose on the south side of the police station.

More 'Rozanne' and lavender

More ‘Rozanne’ and lavender

and this awesome succulent whose name I forget. (I only have two of them.)

and this awesome succulent whose name I forget. (I only have two of them.)


We got home with just enough time to undo the Corridor of Spooky Plants before dark.

down comes Halloween

down comes Halloween

I took down the plants and Allan dismantled the bamboo and rebar framework.

I took down the plants and Allan dismantled the bamboo and rebar framework.

back to normal

back to normal

one less project on the work board

one less project on the work board


1995 (age 71):

Nov 1:  Probate [from Dad’s death in June] completed per attorney.  Spent this afternoon digging dahlias tubers from Tam area [former juniper tam bed, now flowers, by the roadside].  Received Wayside and Spring Hill orders mostly perennials and some bulbs on Wayside order.  The shop [large two room outbuilding] was plenty warm this AM so I turned the heat off for the day.


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Tuesday, 7 June 2016

The Depot Restaurant

We began by watering and planting one plant (a Chelone ‘Hot Lips’, excellent fall bloomer) at the Depot.

Allan watering

Allan watering

plantings by Nancy of Basket Case Greenhouse

plantings by Nancy of Basket Case Greenhouse

This cat entertained me:




Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

This well fed cat liked to be petted, so am fairly sure it is a neighbourhood resident and not a stray.

Long Beach

When we arrived in Fifth Street Park, we found Debbie Teashon there adding to her collection of Peninsula garden photos.

Rainyside Debbie

Our Debbie of Rainyside.com

Debbie and I deadheading a lavender prior to a photo

Debbie and I deadheading a lavender prior to a photo

After a brief visit and a farewell as she left to take more photos at city hall and then drive a few hours north to her home, Allan and I buckled down to watering and grooming the Long Beach planters.

Watering was preceded by some grooming in Fifth Street Park. Here, the northeast side with Brodiaea 'Queen Fabiola'.

Watering was preceded by some grooming in Fifth Street Park. Here, the northeast side with Brodiaea ‘Queen Fabiola’.

Allan watering and deadheading

Allan watering and deadheading

by Herb 'N' Legend Smoke Shop

by Herb ‘N’ Legend Smoke Shop

The planters are all of a sudden well filled in and looking fine.

Allan's photo: pink California poppy and Geranium 'Rozanne'

Allan’s photo: pink California poppy and Geranium ‘Rozanne’

California poppies, Allan's photo

California poppies, Allan’s photo

a small hardy gladiolus (Allan's photo)

a small hardy gladiolus (Allan’s photo)

planting a few new plants

planting a few new plants

To water, we use a bayonet fitting to hook up the hose.  We often find snails, baby slugs, or loads of earwigs under the plastic cap.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I kill the slugs, relocate the snails, but tend to give the earwigs a pass just because there are so MANY and I don’t want to use poisons.

Allan bucket watered the Fish Alley barrels, where I am replacing stolen edging plants with free Sedum 'Autumn Joy' divisions.

Allan bucket watered the Fish Alley barrels, where I am replacing stolen edging plants with free Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ divisions.


The Crabby Gardener

an occasion feature when public gardening goes bad

The Crabby Gardener by Don Nisbett

The Crabby Gardener by Don Nisbett

Allan noticed a big hole when watering the northernmost planter by Dennis Company.  I went to have a look.

furious photography

furious photography

Someone had pulled out a full sized Agastache ‘Fragrant Delight’, left the hole, and had broken off at the base a Knautia ‘Thunder and Lightning’ (probably while trying to steal it, too).  The knautia was left behind, dead.  Neither of these plants are available on the Peninsula at this time and so I cannot fix this properly.

broken dead knautia and missing agastache

broken dead knautia and missing agastache

Here is the side that did not get vandalized and stolen.

Here is the side that did not get vandalized and stolen.

Here is the side that is empty now, by one of the busiest parking lots in town.

Here is the side that is empty now, by one of the busiest parking lots in town.

It is so important to me to have symmetry in the planters that I almost wish people would just damn well steal BOTH sides so I could start over with new matching plants.  Why does symmetry matter to me when our business name is “Tangly”?  Because a little symmetry tames the wildness, just like the boxwoods in the Oysterville garden add a frame to an exuberant garden.  I spent the time while watering six more planters and weeding a park fretting over how I was going to fix that space when there are no Agastaches of that colour, and certainly not an exact match, available here.  I texted Melissa in my despair and she replied that she had a pink Agastache, so I planned to acquire it from her.  I have to keep trying even though the Finger Blighter strikes so frequently.  Debbie had even wondered earlier if it could be someone who reads this blog, and knows where the good plants are.  I assured her that because I like to have the blog running at least five days behind (takes the pressure off writing it), and the thefts often happen the day after a new plant goes in (although not in the case of this incident), I am pretty sure there is no connection.


Cheeringly, when Allan and I reunited after watering, he gave me a present from the Kite Guy at Wind World Kites.

Wind World Kites

Wind World Kites

This purple whirly flower!

This purple whirly flower!  Thanks, Wind World Kite Guy!

We moved on after our watering to weed the Veterans Field garden beds because the Columbia Pacific Farmers Market is due to open on Friday afternoons there starting this week.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

corner bed, Veterans Field

corner bed, Veterans Field


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I asked Allan to take some photos of the narrow, arced garden that goes halfway around the flag pavilion, my version of a red white and blue theme:



Salvias ‘May Night’ and ‘Hot Lips’ and Phygelius ‘Cherry Ripe’


Salvia ‘May Night’ and ‘Crimson Pygmy’ barberry with Eryngiums

Salvia patens (sometimes tender) has come back strong (center, next to red flowers)

Salvia patens (sometimes tender) has come back strong (center, below red Phygelius flowers)

Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue'

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

Nearby, a silver, white, and pink streetside garden is one I often admire and is now at its peak.

rose campion, sea thrift, pink roses

rose campion, sea thrift, pink roses


streetside garden, Long Beach

On the way south, we watered the edge plants at the Long Beach welcome sign.  The soaker hoses don’t help them enough till their roots are well established.  Allan feels the sign is getting battered by people standing in it, especially the back side.

welcome sign front

welcome sign front



Allan pulling the persistent horsetail.

Allan pulling the four horsetail of the apocalypse.

I had read somewhere that Geranium ‘Orion’ is even better than Geranium ‘Rozanne’, that its flower size is bigger and a deeper blue.  Based on growing both of them in the welcome sign bed, ‘Rozanne’ remains the strong winner.

Geranium 'Rozanne'

Geranium ‘Rozanne’

Geranium 'Orion'

Geranium ‘Orion’

Rozanne (right) is still the champ.

Rozanne (right) is still the champ.


We planted a few new curbside plants in this bed that is now back in the fold of watering.  If you water it, the gardeners will come.  This garden might even get more watering than it needs, since we are not the ones watering, and we are the ones who know which plants are utterly drought tolerant and which are not.  (Most drought tolerant plants do need good watering until they get established.)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Then Allan went off to water the Ilwaco planters and street trees.

Ilwaco planter (Allan's photo)

Ilwaco planter (Allan’s photo)

traffic jam in town (Allan's photo)

traffic jam in town (Allan’s photo)

Meanwhile, I planted a few more plants and then started watering near the west end.  As I began, a couple of staff members at Salt said how much they appreciate the flowers and to use their hose anytime.  It was the first time this year that I had gotten out the Salt Hotel hose for their curbside garden.  It’s a long thin hose with a big leak patched with electric tape that spews water from the middle.


I struggled to get it undone enough to get to the further west garden bed and I was eventually  in despair, thinking it would be embarrassing to go home and watch Deadliest Catch tonight after giving up in a hose.  I kept trying.  But I was stumped.  I have no sense of how to untangle knots, chains, and hoses.

I needed to get all the way down to that tree, by a building that is for sale and has no water, whose garden was parched and miserably dry.

I needed to get all the way down to that tree and black light post, by a building that is for sale and has no water, whose garden was parched and miserably dry.

A kind middle aged man, a guest at Salt Hotel, quickly assessed the situation and in a trice had the hose untangled.  Otherwise, I might still be there.

The whole time I was struggling with hoses, I was aware on a level beyond exhaustion and frustration of how much I love these gardens.  Curbside gardens, parking strips, also known as “hellstrips“, are one of my favourite challenges and I think that these at the port are the only ones on the entire Peninsula, which is not known for parking strips along the streets.  My life is given meaning by these beds along the port and that is why I will work so hard at getting them watered.

After watering as far west as I could with the Salt hose, I switched to the one at the new Ilwaco Freedom Market.  The Port had permission to use it from the owner of the building.  The business whose manager would not permit us to water last year has gone!  The hose, though high quality, was still a struggle for me.



Between the two hoses, Salt’s and Freedom Market, there is still a section in the middle of that stretch of gardens that cannot be reached, whose plants remained dry and will be that way until the adjacent building that has sat vacant for two years (former home of Queen La De Da’s gallery) is in use again.  My plan is to just pull the most stressed plants out on Thursday.

Of course, I had to coil both hoses up again all nicey nice, not my favourite task.  The Salt one got stuck under a planter and I almost fell over tugging it out.  Some ladies of a clique of which I was formerly a member had gone up to the pub (without a word, of course…it’s a dangerous social choice to leave a clique).  I thought great, I’ll be all fallen over tangled in this hose and stuck when they come out.  Fortunately, I made my escape unscathed.

I then walked up to the port office gardens and hooked up our long hose, also an untangling nightmare.

It is to weep.

It is to weep.

I did it!

I did it!

I doubled up the hose and dragged it past four or five buildings to get to the next water hook up at the Ilwaco pavilion.

hose drag number one

hose drag number one, Ilwaco Pavilion has the blue roof

From there, I can even reach the tiny "drive over" garden between two big driveways.

From there, I can even reach the tiny “drive over” garden between two big driveways.

looking east

looking east

my favourite bed by the Pavilion

my favourite bed by the Pavilion

The wax myrtle we cut to the ground is coming back, as planned.

The wax myrtle we cut to the ground is coming back, as planned.

The Tall Ships were still in port.

The Tall Ships were still in port.

reaching as far west as I could in the Craft 3 bank garden bed (red and brown building)

reaching as far east as possible in the Craft 3 bank garden bed (red and brown building)

I watered as far east as I could reach in the Craft 3 bank beds.  They don’t thrill me because they are mostly kinnickinnick ground cover, pretty boring to me.  If there is no rain soon, I’ll try harder to get some water onto them.

old plantings in Craft 3 beds, from way back when it was Shorebank

old plantings in Craft 3 beds, from way back when it was Shorebank

I could see Allan way way down at the easternmost garden, watering with three hoses stretched from the docks.

Allan's photo at the east end. Butch of CoHo Charters says we could use his faucet, but I guess Allan thinks this is easier or quicker.

Allan’s photo at the east end. Butch of CoHo Charters (red building to the left) says we could use his faucet, but I guess Allan thinks this is easier or quicker.

Allan's photo: laying down a lot of water; this bed has not been hose watered for a couple of weeks or more.

Allan’s photo: laying down a lot of water; this bed has not been hose watered for a couple of weeks or more.

Allan's photo: a successfully pretty much drought tolerant bed still needs water to look tip top

Allan’s photo: This successfully pretty much drought tolerant bed still needs water to look tip top.

Meanwhile, I doubled up the hose again and did another drag with high hopes that the water at the old Wade Gallery, now owned by Fort George Brewery, would be turned on by now.  (Fort George has given us permission to water.)

hose drag number 2

hose drag number 2

nice view while testing the faucet at the Fort George building

nice view while testing the faucet at the Fort George building

I was tired and the water was not on at Fort George building and the garden was dry and Allan did not hear my four phone calls asking him to bring buckets and he didn’t have the work trailer anyway, as it turned out, and I sat on a utility box and felt exhausted and decided that TOMORROW we would bucket water that little garden.  By now it was 8:30 PM, we had been working for 9.5 hours, and I couldn’t face waiting for the trailer, driving to the boatyard, filling buckets, and coming back to dump them.

"Help! We are so thirsty!" "I just can't!!!"

“Help! We are so thirsty!”
“I just can’t!!!”

At home, I watered my own containers.


back garden, 8:40 PM

Smokey glad I am home

Smokey glad I am home

Later, watching the hard and dangerous work on Deadliest Catch, I was glad I hadn’t given up on the tangled hoses.

Deadliest Catch: keeping ropes untangled is critical

Deadliest Catch: keeping ropes untangled is critical

Tomorrow: the north end rounds of gardeners where the garden owners do the watering…thank heavens.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s gardening diaries of two decades ago

1997 (age 73):

June 7:  Two years have gone by since Bruce died.

I picked the weeds I pulled using the garden cart from Don.  Then I weeded in front of compost box, next to raspberry row (both sides) and picked strawberries.  The Ft Laramie plants have huge berries like the ones from California but they are hollow in the inside.  I went to bed at 10:00.

1998 (age 74):

June 7: Al’s birthday [her older brother who lived in Seattle] and 3 years since Bruce died.  I still miss him so much.

The Jazz were getting blown out when Mary Anne came over.  She put on Tabby’s halter and we went out on the porch by the shop.  However, Erik and a friend came over and Tabby bolted.  I figured she was under the shop.  Mary Anne and I kept calling and she came out from under the shed.  I think she was glad to see us.  Mary Anne said I should get another halter with a wider strap.  I called Al to wish him happy birthday.

On the 21st anniversary of my dad’s death, mom and dad camping in the early 1950s:



and at home in the 1950s:











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