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Thursday, 30 November 2017

I had been exhausted enough so that I slept late and missed most of a good gardening day.  Since I usually manage only five or six hours of sleep, I welcome an eight hour sleep even if it cuts into the day.

In the afternoon, I managed some gardening accomplishments.

I wanted to improve the south east view from my south window by cutting down a tatty looking Sanguisorba ‘Korean Snow’.

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after, giving a bit more depth to the winterscape

In the center bed, one of the good things about Geranium ‘Rozanne’ is that the old foliage pulls right off without any clipping necessary.

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after; now the crocuses will show better

Rozanne debris

Just pulling some old cosmos made another area look somewhat better.

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after

The last thing I wanted to accomplish in my two hours of gardening time was to take down a big stand of Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ so that I could see a smoke bush better.

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after

I left that pile of debris lying where it fell because of my compost bin situation.

I started a pile across the path from the compost bins until I can get their contents lowered.

temporary pile

my compost bin problem, yesterday; it is even taller now.

The bins will make me a lot of free mulch.  Allan said we could shift them over, sometime when and if all three are empty, and add a fourth pallet bin.  However, I think the problem is that I put three to five big balls of basket soil and plants from Long Beach in them.  Next year, if I set those out separately to break down. I think I might have enough room for work debris and home debris.  Just in case I never have all three empty at the same time again!

I hope for a nice day tomorrow, to empty the third one off to the side, and start shifting and breaking down the piles.

I took a big rooted piece of Darmera peltata to the outer swale and tossed it at the edge of the seasonal pond, just to give it a chance.  The bridge to the outer garden would be deadly slick to walk on, were it not for the wire mesh that gives good footing. We must remember to re-staple the end at the gate though, as it has become a bent up foot-tripper.

I saw that the big pile of crab pots has been moved out from the corner by the gear shed next door.

My corner view is back, of a tarp and old board.  At night, I will be able to see more lights from the port.

I admired a selection of still-blooming hardy fuchsias.

Helianthus ‘Gold Lace’ is finally blooming.

Cornus ‘Midwinter Fire’ and smokebush

Skooter by the water boxes

All afternoon (all two hours of it), I wore these gloves of Allan’s, only because I found them in my pocket from when I took them and did not use them on Crab Pot Tree decorating day.  I love them.  I find them so much more comfortable than blue Atlas gloves.  Finally, a glove other than “non latex exam gloves” that I can stand to work in.  They let me feel what I was doing.

good brown “Wonder Grip” gloves

Here is a useful tip that I read in Fine Gardening magazine.  When your glove wears out a finger, cut a good finger out of another even more worn out glove and insert it into the finger space.  The reader tip said that even works if you put a glove finger into the thumb space.  I will try it.

Yesterday, an artist friend from Ocean Park, Carole B., dropped off a package for me because she is down sizing.  I waited till this evening to open it so that my appreciation would not be rushed.

It contained treasures.

Carole herself made this cloth beach cottage:

adorned with treasures from the beach

And she made these brightly coloured kitten mittens (shown with a plush kitty):

Allan says these will be “wall art”…the mittens, not the plush toy, which is now on the back of a chair.

The main feature of the box was “cottage books”.

I immediately sat down to read Woodland Style, for which she wrote a note saying it was “for Allan, because he builds things”.

It is full of natural projects, including this amazing bird feeder hat.  I think Mr Tootlepedal should have one, and set his camera on automatic and sit outside to have his photo taken.

You can read more about Erica Fielder’s bird feeder hats here and here.

I must do this on my round table that sits out in the bogsy woods:

The book is full of more whimsical headgear decorated with pine cones, bark, flowers, and moss, ideas for making furniture and art from roots and branches and natural embellishments, and even recipes for foraged foods..

I look forward to delving into the rest of the stack of cottage books.

Friday, 1 December 2017

Back to just six hours of sleep. I had hoped for a clear day to empty one compost bin and start chopping and shifting debris.  Cold wind daunted me at first, soon followed by rain.

Allan started working on the window box project outside, which he prefers so as to not spread sawdust around his workshop.

He was soon driven into the work shop by rain.

I finished my latest Steinbeck book.  Even though it was excellent, I did not enjoy it as much as the others, because I didn’t especially like most of the characters.  Steinbeck could write a good female character, but in this book the one young woman character is just a background prop for the story.

It is one of his farm workers trilogy, along with Of Mice and Men and The Grapes of Wrath.

It did share the detailed Steinbeckian descriptions of places:

Doc was the one main character that I did like.

My favourite passage in the book:

The book came with something I’d never seen in all my many interlibrary loans, a bookmark saying “Read Me First.”

I was glad to finish it. Tonight, we will watch the old movie of The Grapes of Wrath. I have a feeling I will like it much better than In Dubious Battle.

I have a growing stack of library books to read next.

The cozy cat mystery must be read soon because it is another interlibrary loan.

As soon as tomorrow’s busy Crab Pot Tree day is over, my hope is to have nothing especially social till Christmas eve, leaving lots of time for reading and compost-turning.

Before dinner and the Grapes of Wrath film, I succumbed to the Van Engelen 40% off end of season sale and will soon have 550 more bulbs of crocus and miniature narcissi to plant.

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Sunday, 9 October 2016

rain continued....

rain continued….


During a break in the weather, Allan added spacers for where the two metal fence panels will go.

During a break in the weather, Allan added spacers for where the two metal fence panels will go.

The lead up to and the watching of the presidential debate consumed my mind on this mostly rainy Sunday, and I still did not finish Nella Last’s Peace, a book I would have devoted a day to under normal circumstances.  Stress at any possibility that Trump, the opposite to everything I hold dear, might be elected president sapped my peace of mind and ability to sleep.

Monday, 10 October 2016

Allan completed the installation of the last two big metal fence panels that we were given by Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

With good weather Monday, I had to garden rather than read.  I addressed the project of thinning out some Fuchsia magellanica, which unfortunately is a bit of a runner.  It doesn’t make a thicket so much as clumps that grow from joining roots.

before: I've lost a good rose in here somewhere.

before: I had lost a good rose in here somewhere.


Smokey supervising

Smokey supervising


a few hours and some bad back pains later

a few hours and some bad back pains later

My back, usually reliable, went SPROING this morning for no particular reason and continued to give me painful spasms while pulling fuchsias.  This perhaps should have stopped me.  But I was on a mission.

I did find the lost rose, Ghislane de Feligonde, to the left.  I must decide whether to clear out more around it or to risk moving it.  I could replace it from Heirloom Roses so I might risk the move, next February.

Ghilsane de Feligonde and Rosa palustris

Ghilsane de Feligonde and Rosa palustris in my old garden.  I moved Ghislane from there to here.


Rose 'Ghislane de Feligonde'

Rose ‘Ghislane de Feligonde’

On day I was shopping at an old rose nursery near Snohomish, north of Seattle.  It must have been in about 1990.  The proprietor, an old man,  admired my choices and said, “Buy this one, too; you will like it,” handing me a gallon pot of Ghislane.  I did, and he was so right.  I moved it from Seattle, to my first Peninsula garden in Seaview (November 1992), to my second peninsula garden in Ocean Park (February 1994), to my third in Ilwaco July 1994), and finally in November 2010 to here.  It is small now from being swamped by fuchsias due to bad planning on my part.

I still might want to remove one more fuchsia and would need Allan’s help as it is huge.

I think one of two large pale pink Fuchsia magellanica should go—not an easy task.

I think one of two large pale pink Fuchsia magellanica (center, above) should go—not an easy task.


Showier large flowered hardy fuchsias never seem to run.

Showier large flowered hardy fuchsias never seem to run.


Fuchsia 'Celtic Night' in a pot

Fuchsia ‘Celtic Night’ in a pot


Fuchsia 'Celtic Night'

Fuchsia ‘Celtic Night’

I also managed to dig out a big Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ to give to sous chef Jamie of The Depot Restaurant.

a more delicate Helianthus, 'Gold Lace'

a more delicate Helianthus, ‘Gold Lace’


Despite damp grass, Allan mowed.

Despite damp grass, Allan mowed.


I admire his fence project at dusk. He will paint these panels in place, later.

I admire his fence project at dusk. He will paint these panels in place, later.

We decided to reward ourselves for a productive day with perhaps the last fire of the season.

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While Allan (former Boy Scout) built the fire, I checked the meander line ditch and found it is almost full of water again.

rain water

rain water


Skooter, Smokey and I returning to the campfire

Skooter, Smokey and I returning to the campfire

While Skooter prowled in the bogsy woods, Smokey joined us for the campfire.

sausage dinner

sausage dinner


the lights of the port and the moon caught in the alder grove

the lights of the port and the moon caught in the alder grove


Smokey and I by the fire

Smokey and I by the fire

As I write this three days later, an enormous storm is predicted for the next weekend, leading to an extra short work week.  The worst storm is supposed to hit on Saturday, the 15th (the day that this post will publish).  An advantage of still being several days behind in blogging is that the blog will keep posting even if our power goes out.

Frankly, I am kind of scared that our lightly built double wide manufactured home won’t be able to stand up to a storm like the one that may be coming on the 15th.  Even though it passed its tie down inspection in 2010 in order for us to be able to buy it, and it came through the big storm of 2007 just fine, this 1978 model has never faced a storm like the 1962 October storm  which forecasters are saying might be coming our way.  Meteorologist Cliff Mass says: “A true monster storm, potentially as strong as the most powerful storm in NW history [his bold letters!] (the Columbus Day Storm of 1962) will be approaching our area on Saturday.”  Something equivalent to a category 3 hurricane has been mentioned along with hopes that the storm will veer away a bit.  Even the LESSER option looks dire:

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At least some of it will be during the day when we can see what is going on.

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If our house collapses (yes, I am catastrophizing as usual), we will turn Allan’s workshop into a “tiny house”; that might be the reason I have felt compelled to watch a lot of tiny house tv shows lately.  And here I thought it was just because I was reminiscing about the little house I lived in for 14 years.

Allan reminded me after reading the above that when we see scenes of post storm devastation of trailer parks, the damage was usually done by tornadoes, not hurricanes.  And that we are tied down.  And that a manufactured home is closely fitted together (even if with, in my opinion, flimsy materials).  That lessened my anxiety…a bit.

I’m also worried because our bulbs just shipped (as I write this on Thursday) and might spend too long in boxes if the roads are closed.  In 2007, the peninsula was completely cut off for two or three days by fallen trees on all roadways, and we had no power and no cell phone or land line service during that time.  I will add what I hope will be a “real time” reassuring update to tomorrow’s blog post of 16 October if I can.

real time update, Friday 14 October

We were able to have our weekly dinner at the Cove, and we got through Thursday night’s storm ok.  Yesterday we had 3.14 inches of rain.  I slept through a tornado warning this morning.  In fact, there were 10 tornado warnings, pretty much unheard of around here.  THIS happened in Manzanita down the Oregon coast, where windows were blown out of at least one house:

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news photo

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Cliff Mass, renowned local meteoroligist, wrote this afternoon:  I have looked at the latest forecast model output and they are all on pretty much the same page, which increases forecast confidence substantially.  The bottom line is that we have a  dangerous storm, comparable to the 2006 Chanukah Eve storm or the 1993 Inauguration Day Storm, one that is following nearly a perfect track to produce strong winds over the Puget Sound region.   And the coast is guaranteed to be hit hard.

The worst storm is due to arrive on Saturday at about 11 PM, unless it veers (for which I fervently hope).  I don’t like a storm that I cannot see.  I am relieved that it no longer is being compared to the 1962 storm.  Our home survived the 2007 and 1993 storm.  (I am pretty sure that Cliff’s post is meant to reference the 2007 storm, not 2006.)

Our Kathleen just explained that there was a big storm in the Olympia area in 2006: “The 2006 storm was when we got hit here. Branches speared into the ground. I slept in the living room because the master bedroom is in the back of the house, closer to the trees. Power went out about an hour after I got home. It was VERY frightening–didn’t really sleep. The cats were extremely alert and it sounded pretty bad.”

This blog will tick along, though, because I am running a few days behind.


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1997 (age 73):

Oct 9:  Spent most of the day hemming two pairs of slacks from years ago.  I’m not satisfied with the hem so may do them over.  Store day also.

Oct 10:  Started planting bulbs.  I worked about 4 hours until I was rained in and was exhausted.

1998 (age 74):

Oct 10:  11:30-6:00 with 1/2 hour for hot chocolate break  I picked 3 pails of apples and then started picking the ripe tomatoes and ended up picking all the tomatoes that showed sign of the blight.  I ended up with 70# of tomatoes in trays in the shop.

Next week:

  • Put hoses away (Done 10/15)
  • Start bringing begonias in (Done 10/16)
  • Try to save fuchsia plants over winter. (Done 10/16)
  • Toss out plants behind house

 

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