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Monday, 1 December 2014

I was sure I was going to read all day and shock all three of my regular followers with no blog post at all.  However, it ended up being a tiny little workday during which leaving the house resulted in a number of photos.

Allan went out in the mid morning to find much ice still around, after a night that got down to 26 degrees:

in the bogsy wood....

in the bogsy wood….

in the water boxes...

in the water boxes…

with the house reflected...

with the house reflected…

in the li'l red wheelbarrow...

in the li’l red wheelbarrow…

by the kerb under the wheelbarrow (note the UK spelling because yes, I am a UK-o-phile)

by the kerb under the wheelbarrow (note the UK spelling because yes, I am a UK-o-phile), although I would rather be able to be an independent-Scotland-o-phile and an Anglophile)

In his shop, the thermometer said 20 ...

In Allan’s shop, the thermometer said less than 20 degrees..

The front garden is in heavy shadow all day now; even our very low house blocks the winter sunlight.

The front garden is in heavy shadow all day now; even our very low house blocks the winter sunlight.

Staycation got put on hold as we had gotten a call for gardening help from the owner of the Red Barn.  We would not have gone out to help just anyone; she’s awfully nice.  Next year, I told Allan as we loaded some gardening tools back into the van, I will put out a bulletin to all clients three weeks before staycation seems likely, saying to get in all requests NOW because after Thanksgiving we will be unavailable.  Not everyone knows that.

When Allan hooked up the work trailer, he found a wealth of potato bugs on the log that supports the trailer hitch…and is that a fungus?  It is certainly not as photogenic as the ones Mr. Tootlepedal finds.

Is that a fungus on the log that supports the trailer hitch?

Is that a fungus?

A whole clan of bugs had taken shelter in the cold night.

A whole clan of bugs had taken shelter in the cold night.

I am grateful that we are able take time off through January.  We used to be able to take only about a month off, and in earlier gardening years, Robert and I did odd jobs to get through the winter.  I figured out that up until this past year, even with six weeks off, we had two weeks less time off than an office worker with weekends and holidays and a two week vacation.

Hard work is not what is putting us in the gravy of taking a longer staycation and being able to support yummy restaurants; it is because we both have small inheritances as a cushion.  I say this because it is important to me not to promote the hard work and bootstraps equal success theory.

But enough of waxing almost political.  Back to our little bit of work:

The beautiful house by which we worked.

The beautiful house by which we worked.

a whiskey barrel that has seen better days

by the garage: a whiskey barrel that has seen better days

The top crust of soil was frozen.  We were able to lift it off and then get to the Stargazer lily and narcissi bulbs that needed to be replanted into the new container, by someone who knows which side of the bulb goes up.  While we waited for Amy to bring the new container, I walked next door to Diane’s garden.

Sedum 'Autumn Joy' putting on a good winter show in Diane and Larry's roadside bed.

Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ putting on a good winter show in Diane and Larry’s roadside bed.

Every time we drive down Sandridge Road lately, I have been bothered by three white broken off stems sticking out the front of the Stipa gigantea.

Even at 45 mph, I would fret about this.

Even at 45 mph, I would fret about this.

After some trimming, I knew I would feel better next time we drive by.  I don’t mind about the bits sticking out the back…till February.

after....I can tell the difference.

after….I can tell the difference.

a bit later...the planter is done.

a bit later…the planter is done.

In the reloading of tools, I forgot bulb food so sometime when driving Sandridge Road we must pull over and add some.

Because we recently purchased a bright red toaster oven (my desire, for making easy staycation toasted tunafish and cheese sandwiches!), we were on a mission to find a piece of kitchen furniture to hold it.  We went a bit further on up Sandridge to poke around the offerings at the Bay Trader.

The Bay Trader

The Bay Trader

I knew what I wanted and did not see it there.  Of course, it was a fun place to browse anyway.

bright display of dishes

bright display of dishes

an old photo of downtown Ilwaco

an old photo of downtown Ilwaco

and some other beachy pictures

and some other beachy pictures

After dropping off a gardening invoice at Oman & Sons Builders Supply Long Beach store, we next had a look around the big antique store in Seaview.

diving in

diving in

After going round the whole inside of the store’s many booths, I found the perfect thing…sort of.

thing

At least I was able to show Allan that what I sought was a painted wood cabinet.  This one would have been perfect if it did not come with a hutch on top.  And it cost over $400.  I then found a white dresser that might do for $65 and realized I had made the rookie mistake of not measuring the two appliances that we wanted to sit on top.

On the way home to measure, I saw that the Ilwaco Antique Gallery was open.

Antique Gallery

Antique Gallery

I also saw that one of the Ilwaco planters was mysteriously missing a largeish chunk of soil!

Blimey, what happened here?

Blimey, what happened here?

While Allan added some soil to that, I cruised around the antique shop to no avail.  Lots of charming objects, but no piece of painted kitchen furniture.

a cute table just like the one my grandma had.

a cute table just like the one my grandma had.

Would this fainting couch keep me home reading?

Would this fainting couch keep me home reading?

sparkling bright winter sunshine on seasonal decor

sparkling bright winter sunshine on seasonal decor

After three large antique stores had provided no perfect piece of furniture, we gave up and went home.  And, darn it, only one hour left of daylight made it too late to do the other away-from-home project that has been nagging at me, replacing a bit of grass at the edge of the volunteer post office garden with gravel.  (On the way home, I noted that the grassy bit is larger than I had remembered.  Uh oh.)

As we measured the microwave and toaster oven, I had a sudden brainstorm.  Could I perhaps have a useable piece of furniture outside?  Allan said “I didn’t think you keep furniture outside.”

But…of course, there was the perfect piece, proving there is no place like home.

The old wooden potting bench!!!

The old wooden potting bench!!!

With a lick of paint and some metal or a tile piece laid on the top, it will work just fine and dandy in the kitchen.  Shabby chic was my style before it even became a style.  While Allan got the piece moved into his shop to dry out for painting, I dumped all the old tomato growing soil from greenhouse pots into the garden boat.

Not willing to rest yet, Allan put the trailer, dry from our cold clear weather, into the garage to get a coat of sealant.

before

before

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after

 

Allan wants you to know that yesterday, he made a pie crust from scratch with the rolling pin that used to belong to our neighbour Nora, given us by her dear granddaughter.

pies

The pie crusts became pumpkin pies.

The pie crusts became pumpkin pies.

The pies provided our late afternoon snack.

The pies provided our late afternoon snack.

Thus ends a sort of workday.  Back to staycation now with the hope that tomorrow might be a reading day.  I just finished a funny and also emotionally wrenching novel by Liane Moriarty,  Three Wishes, and am reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower and anxiously waiting for the fifth Seaside Knitters cosy mystery to arrive at the library as I can’t proceed with books six and seven till it comes.

(Along with Grimm, we’ve seen two awfully good movies in the evening recently:  Short Term 12 and Samsara.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 16 August 2014

I immediately defeated my goal of two days off without leaving the property by deciding to go to Olde Towne Café for breakfast at ten AM. I did not feel like bugging Allan to do the Saturday Market photos instead of me, so I would have to leave the house anyway. And I had another small mission: to get a photo of John and Cheri’s lovely garden over by Spruce Street.

I told Smokey and Mary that I wasn't going to work and would soon be spending the rest of the weekend with them.

I told Smokey and Mary that I wasn’t going to work and would soon be spending the rest of the weekend with them.

I set out, with my cane although I did not feel especially gimpy today.

mission one accomplished:  John and Cheri's garden

mission one accomplished: John and Cheri’s back garden

Strolling along Spruce, I admired Jenna's plantings at Queen La De Da's new location.

Strolling along Spruce, I admired Jenna’s plantings at Queen La De Da’s new location.

At Olde Towne, I had a latte and oatmeal and was lucky to arrive at a quiet time so that Luanne was able to sit and visit for awhile.

a good table for two

a good table for two

(I forgot to take her a bouquet of flowers for the weekend; later in the day, Allan took one over for me.)

Next, a walk down First Avenue to the Market. A stop at Robert’s Antique Gallery gleaned some more photos for the Facebook page with which I help Larry and Robert by providing photos.

I especially liked these duck dishes.

I especially liked these duck dishes.

On I walked, past the boatyard garden where I averted my eyes from the occasional horsetail and dandelion.

south end of boatyard garden, with Clamshell Railroad historic sign

south end of boatyard garden, with Clamshell Railroad historic sign

On my walk to the market, Kathleen Shaw had pulled her car to the side for a confab; she was on her way home to her cottage after going to the market herself. She told me about a husky puppy named Aragon at Nate’s ice cream shop so I made sure to walk by there.

Aragon: so cute

Aragon: so cute

and cuter

and cuter (and sweet and friendly, too)

The market was bustling and my knee had started to hurt a bit so I only covered about two blocks.

market

Of course, I got a treat at Pink Poppy Bakery: two chocolate chip cookies and two scones to share with Allan.

Of course, I got a treat at Pink Poppy Bakery: two chocolate chip cookies and two scones to share with Allan.

Bonnie, an Olde Towne regular, had just bought a potted lily.

Bonnie, an Olde Towne regular, had just bought a potted lily.

plants from The English Nursery

plants from The English Nursery

To get home, I cut through the gear shed property (shhhh) to the east back gate and was met with a terrible shock. I knew some bindweed lurked back there and my weekend project was to pull it out of the southeast corner of the bogsy woods. I did not expect to see this horror from the outside of the fence!

a wall of bindweed from the gearshed side

a wall of bindweed from the gearshed side

I went inside and sat for awhile to gather strength. Then:

later....

later….

I also tackled the back corner of the bogsy wood and made some progress. Hauling the debris out will be the most tiresome part.

before

before

after: a space for a hydrangea aspera

after: a space for a hydrangea aspera

I think I’ll load it all into the trailer to go to the dump on Monday, since we can’t have a three day weekend because Long Beach planters will need watering.

A strong wind had made it a little anxious to work under the trees in the bogsy woods. The gusts were at least 20 mph. As the sun began to descend, I was glad to go inside.

Smokey flopped down in front of me, creating a moving obstacle course all the way to the front door.

Smokey flopped down in front of me, creating a moving obstacle course all the way to the front door.

Meanwhile, Allan had begun installing our new Pink Poppy Farm inspired sprinkler set up.

more details on this later

more details on this later

He then went sailing on Black Lake to reward himself:

“Almost a 30 degree tilt and good speed but rowed back after not making much headway north past the dock. Was getting stuck as the vegetation made the lake only about half the width it appears. Fog came in, last two pics from Sandridge Road”

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Earlier in the day, Allan had photographed a spider outside the back door. I didn’t post it at the beginning as did not want to scare off any arachnophobes.

a big one!  size of a quarter, Allan said.

a big one! size of a quarter, Allan said.

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Sunday, 17 August 2014

For some reason, I woke up with the notion that today would be a good day to cut down salmonberry at the front side of the bogsy wood. What came over me, I do not know; I was filled with happy energy.

Here's the first area, before.

Here’s the first area, before.

and after

and after

I thought above removing the clump to the right, then realized it would just reveal too much of the green metal wall of the next door gear shed. Now there is a sense of mystery…you can glimpse the blue hydrangea and might want to walk back for a closer look.

The second part of the project was to move the pile of campfire wood to make a new planting area along the front.

Firewood (fallen alder) had been piled all along the front.

Firewood (fallen alder) had been piled all along the front.

I had an absolute stroke of genius and used two old chairs (not safe for sitting, given to use by our client Jo) to stack the firewood on.

two chairs plus an oyster basket of bark and kindling

two chairs plus an oyster basket of bark and kindling

Allan seemed unimpressed with this, but I still hold that it is genius, as it will keep the wood up off of the always damp ground back here.

The stubby stumps of salmonberry are still in the area I cleared. Later, Allan will go in with his little chainsaw and cut them flush with the ground; then we will just clip or even use the weedeater to keep any sprouts down.

That’s what we did with another area that was pure salmonberry:

the salmonberry tunnel

the salmonberry tunnel

The entire bogsy wood was a rough mess when we began the garden.

what our woods looked like in Oct. 2010 when we bought the place

in October 2010

If we don’t keep up with clipping any sprouts, the salmonberry will creep back in, like it did in the area below:

My third project of the day, before

My third project of the day, before

It took only about one hour to bring that area back to this.

It took only about one hour to bring that area back to this.

I’ll never get all the salmonberry out of the bogsy wood, so I just like to make paths and tunnels in it. It is the first flower for the hummingbirds (so I have read) and, later, berries for all the berry eating birds. That’s my excuse, and it’s a good one.

Between today’s and yesterday’s clearing, I have a view now of the blue hydrangea back in the woods.

clearing

Don’t you just want to walk back there?

I can even see the blue of the hydrangea all the way from my bedroom window.

and maybe the hydrangea looks back; this is what it would see,

and maybe the hydrangea looks back; this is what it would see,

Looking south over the river of Geranium ‘Rozanne’, the edge of the bogsy woods looks more clearly defined.

view2

My eye is drawn to how much better the fuchsia shows up.

My eye is drawn to how much better the fuchsia shows up.

Now i need a yard of Soil Energy to build up the former wood pile area so that I can plant some of my other new fuchsias there.

Speaking of unplanted plants, here’s the sad story of one of my ladies in waiting. I had two ‘Orange Pillar’ barberries when garden touring on Whidbey Island in June. I have decided they will go in the front garden after I have moved two big thirsty sanguisorbas to the back garden. That can’t be done till fall, so the barberries wait in pots. One was hidden at the back of the ladies in waiting benches and got missed:

the good

Here’s the happy one that was toward the front…

and the terribly sad one; it got well soaked yesterday and I hope it puts out new leaves.

and the terribly sad one; it got well soaked yesterday and I hope it puts out new leaves.

At the end of the day, I especially admired a few things (and judged one thing):

admired white lilies in the back garden

admired white lilies in the back garden

and...Lily 'Anastasia' still blooming, towering over Leycesteria 'Golden Lanterns'

and…Lily ‘Anastasia’ still blooming, towering over Leycesteria ‘Golden Lanterns’

and another pink lily has joined Anastasia; they must be eight or more feet tall.

and another pink lily has joined Anastasia; they must be eight or more feet tall.

and the gorgeous berries of Billardia longifloria on the front garden arbour

and the gorgeous berries of Billardia longifloria on the front garden arbour

at northeast corner of house

at northeast corner of house

The judgement: I think I may have way too much Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, and this daylily has got to go:

I think it will find a new home at Andersen's RV Park.

I think it will find a new home at Andersen’s RV Park.

Allan took a photo of how the “dead” camellia trunks in the back garden, painted purple two years ago, are sprouting new leaves!

While I don't really want the camellia to come back, I am impressed.

While I don’t really want the camellia to come back, I am impressed.

Life would be just perfect if we had a three day weekend; unfortunately, the Long Beach planters simply must be watered tomorrow. Allan had to water the Ilwaco planters today, so he did not even get a two day weekend.

 

 

 

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Saturday, 31 May 2014

Another weekend off!  The desire to spend more time at home is leading to radical action.  I had an email from a client we had made a little garden for two years ago and had intermittently maintained, asking for our input, and I referred her to another very good local gardener instead.  When I opened the front door on Saturday, I found two little boxes of fresh strawberries.  Now, I am not sure who they were from, but I think they were from Margaret and Larry which shows there are no hard feelings that we are cutting back on work.

In the garden, a whole bunch of new plants to plants had somehow appeared.

It never ends; fortunately only about 1/3 were for my garden.

It never ends; fortunately only about 1/3 were for my garden.

Calvin took the air next to a big patch of ajuga.  I have been questioning the wisdom of having planted it there.

Calvin took the air next to a big patch of ajuga. I have been questioning the wisdom of having planted it there.

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One of my three Astrantia cultivars still blooming tirelessly

One of my three Astrantia cultivars still blooming tirelessly

and my very own Allium bulgaricum complete with a bee inside

and my very own Allium bulgaricum complete with a bee inside

On the front garden fence: a bluebird of happiness because of the weekend off.  (Female jay.)

On the front garden fence: a bluebird of happiness because of the weekend off. (Female jay.)

I had not slept well and needed a good strong double latte so I walked to Olde Towne for that and a delicious breakfast panini.

On the way, a newly planted garden of annuals at the Ilwaco Firestation on Pearl.  We occasionally weed Nelly's garden on the other side of the street (right).

On the way, a newly planted garden of annuals at the Ilwaco Firestation on Pearl. We occasionally weed Nelly’s garden on the other side of the street. 

The fire station folks have planted up their street planter, too.

The fire station folks have planted up their street planter, too.

On Spruce and Williams, a house for sale has such a pretty rose and clematis.

On Spruce and Williams, a house for sale has such a pretty rose and clematis.

Just some of Luanne's flowers outside the café.

Just some of Luanne’s flowers outside the café.

my panini

my panini

I hit upon a slow midmorning time so Luanne joined me for the meal.  While you might think we’d have solved all of the world’s problems over dinner the night before,  we still had plenty to talk about. The café will be closed till Thursday as Luanne is having a small modern miracle of a heart procedure in hospital.  Even though it is generally closed Sundays and always closed Mondays, it feels a bit like the heart of the town itself is missing when Olde Towne is not open on a regular day, even if I don’t have time to go for coffee.

After a long breakfast schmooze with Luanne, I visited Robert’s antique store to take some photos for its Facebook page.

Antique Gallery

Antique Gallery

and its shop clerks

and its shop clerks

I then mosied on down toward the Saturday market along First Street, where I could not help fussing a bit over the Ilwaco planters (checking for watering needs, pulling a dead leaf here and there) and past the boatyard garden.  I resisted weeding.

boatyard garden poppy

boatyard garden poppy

boatyard garden, pink yarrow

boatyard garden, pink yarrow

white campanula

white campanula

Ceanothus

Ceanothus

California poppies

California poppies

Lavender and alliums

Lavender and alliums

Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue' and lavender

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ and lavender

Cosmos

Cosmos

yellow Achillea

yellow Achillea

Rounding the corner onto Howerton Way, I passed the westernmost curbside garden, looking good even though we have not had time to weed it for awhile.

the first two sections of the Howerton Way gardens

the first two sections of the Howerton Way gardens

I strolled from one end of the market to the other.

some vibrant garden statuary

some vibrant garden statuary

This Saturday my treat from Pink Poppy Bakery was some lemon poppyseed bread (not shown).

This Saturday my treat from Pink Poppy Bakery was some lemon poppyseed bread (just barely showing at upper right).

The port office garden has some new Do Not Pick signs made by office manager Nancy!

The port office garden has some new Do Not Pick signs made by office manager Nancy!

at the English Nursery booth.  (The nursery is at 39th and Pacific in Seaview.)

a display at the English Nursery booth. (The nursery is at 39th and Pacific in Seaview.)

Hostas are a specialty at The English Nursery, and yes, the owners actually are English.

Hostas are a specialty at The English Nursery, and yes, the owners actually are English.

Blueberries and boats

Blueberries and boats

The rest of my market photos for today are over on my other blog.

I ambled up Advent Street toward home, passing the lost garden that continues to fascinate me.

Some neighbourhood children have built a port by the pond.

Some neighbourhood children have built a fort by the pond.

The garden looks more lost than ever.  I disapprove of last year's "pruning" job on that poor tree.

The garden looks more lost than ever. I disapprove of last year’s “pruning” job on that poor tree to the left.  Why, why, why???

the old fenced part of the garden

the old fenced part of the garden

There is a house for sale just down the street from me.  The yard is smallish, but a small yard did not stop Tom and Judy at the other end of the block from making a wonderful tour-worthy garden.  It would be so great if a friendly gardener buys the place.

What do you think?

What do you think?

Having pleasantly frittered away over two hours of my day, I was determined to get down to weeding at home.

Smokey did not make it easy to move freely through the garden.

Smokey did not make it easy to move freely through the garden.

Although weeding called to me, I decided to start with something of immediate and dramatic impact: cutting out the salmonberry grove tunnel on the west side of the bogsy wood.

before and after

before and after

more pruning to better reveal the George Schenk style plant table.

more pruning to better reveal the George Schenk style plant table.

More pruning plans:  In the west side garden bed, after the white rambling rose is done with its once a year prolific bee-laden flowering, I’ll cut it back considerably.  It reminds me of my very first Peninsula gardening client, Maxine, from whose garden I made a cutting of the white rose.

It might be Sander's White Rambler, but to me it is always Maxine's rose

It might be Sander’s White Rambler, but to me it is always Maxine’s rose

something unusual with one of the Allium albopilosum!

something unusual with one of the Allium albopilosum!  It has lost its head.

What the rest of them look like.

What the rest of them look like.

I tried to stop the Knautia macedonica from making such a large patch in the center garden.  Got busy and it got away from me.

I tried to stop the Knautia macedonica from making such a large patch in the center garden. Got busy and it got away from me. And yet I love it.

Solanum crispum 'Glasnevin', my blue potato vine at the northwest corner of patio

Solanum crispum ‘Glasnevin’, my blue potato vine at the northwest corner of patio

Rose 'Paul's Himalayan Musk'

Rose ‘Paul’s Himalayan Musk’

outside the deer fence, a shocking patch of creeping sorrel that I still have not gotten around to pulling.

outside the deer fence, a shocking patch of creeping sorrel that I still have not gotten around to pulling.

Another pruning project, below:  A volunteer willow tree is encroaching forward onto the west fence garden bed.  I don’t mind the willow as it has sweet pussy willows in the spring and provides privacy, but hey, I’ve got some other good plants in there.

before

before

after

after

I’m thinking it might be fun to weave the willow through the fence next spring if I get some pliant branches before it leafs out.

NO! In the west fence garden, bindweed creeping from Nora's side.

NO! In the west fence garden, bindweed creeping from Nora’s side.  Must not let it get established!

Another pruning project:  The Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ in the center bed is so big that it will flop open later.  I am not sure how well it will revive from a massive chop at this time of year.  Oh the joy of not being on a garden tour this year.  I can experiment.

big sedum chopped halfway down; stay tuned.

big sedum chopped halfway down; stay tuned.

The white phlox foliage looks curly and diseased.  Phlox seems prone to that.  OUT the whole clump went into the wheelie bin.

no mercy!

no mercy!

Nearby: my stunning cutleaf elderberry from Joy Creek Nursery

Nearby: my stunning cutleaf elderberry from Joy Creek Nursery

Because the area behind the elderberry used to be the debris pile, there is still not enough view blockage of the big tarp covering the gear shed crab pot’s next door.   I have an idea…for next weekend.  Uncovered crab pots would be a treat to see.  The owners have to protect the expensive gear from the elements.

so good: Sanguisorba (left)  So bad: slug damage (right)

so good: Sanguisorba (left) So bad: slug damage (right)

the big west garden bed beginning to look more civilized

the big west garden bed beginning to look more civilized

from further back, with debris scattered on the lawn

from further back, with debris scattered on the lawn

And that, along with watching the conclusion to Orphan Black (which had finally caught my interest in the eighth of ten episodes) was my day off.  Allan’s day involved considerable puttering including some experimental work on some new sprinklers that he acquired recently.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 12 April 2014

If you are just starting the blog here, let me explain that a cash mob is when a group of people converge on a business to make small purchases and boost the local economy. I’m not sure how busy today’s mob actually was. There weren’t as many photos taken as usual because Allan was off kayaking.

I began the event at Olde Towne Café by taking Luanne a bouquet of spring flowers.

flowers from my garden

flowers from my garden

Jenna (Queen La De Da) had helped with a beautiful sign outside of Olde Towne Café...

Jenna (Queen La De Da) had helped with a beautiful sign outside of Olde Towne Café…

and Luanne had filled a car with forget me nots.

and café owner Luanne had filled a cart with forget me nots.

I did not linger at the café but instead walked two blocks to Robert’s Antique Gallery. Robert and Larry, gardening clients of ours, own two antique stores in town. On the way, I stepped into Penny Treat’s new art gallery, halfway between our featured shops of the day; I’d suggested that folks might stop by and say hello, and Jenna had done just that.

Jenna and Penny

Jenna and Penny

At Robert’s shop, I heard a familiar voice in one of the several rooms. Imagine my delight when dear Patt appeared; she had driven all the way from her new home inland for the cash mob, due, I am sure, to love for her old home-from-home, Olde Towne Café.

Patt and her friend Esther from Astoria

Patt and her friend Esther from Astoria

Our client Cheri was there.

Our client Cheri was there.

Shop dog Freckles looked especially droll.

Shop dog Freckles looked especially droll.

I occupied myself taking photos for the store’s Facebook page. These things especially caught my eye:

for train buffs

for train buffs

little fishing floats

little fishing floats

I like the top part but not the bottom of this fishing lamp.

I like the top part but not the bottom of this fishing lamp.

I find this almost irresistible.

I find this almost irresistible.

Our friend Joe Chasse would incorporate these into the little trailers (caravans) that he makes out of ham tins.

Our friend Joe Chasse would incorporate the old metal spice tins into the little trailers (caravans) that he makes out of ham tins.

Jenna found the word "hope" to add to her word collection.

Jenna found the word “hope” to add to her word collection, and is also holding a cute “leave a note” thingie.

From there, I walked to Larry’s Antique Gallery Too!, two blocks away (around the corner).

Larry's shop.  Both shops are mutually owned but it's tradition that Larry is the shopkeeper in this one.

Larry’s shop. Both shops are mutually owned but it’s tradition that Larry is the shopkeeper in this one.

fishing lamps

fishing lamps

I wish I had wall space for this strange cat.

I wish I had wall space for this strange cat. I might have to go back for it.

Larry and another shop dog, Sophie.

Larry and another shop dog, Sophie.

a lovely painting

a lovely painting

one of three

one of three

Back at Olde Towne, the coffee klatschers and a few more cash mobbers converged.

klatsch

Our Judy, Birdie, Jamie, Patt

Shelly of Grass Roots Garbage Gang sat next to me with Jenna. I used a jolly photo for the event’s Facebook page, but I love this more pensive one.

Shelly and Jenna

Shelly and Jenna

I took my leave from the cafe as I needed to try to get some more photos at the antique shops. After another look into Robert’s shop (he said he’d had all of 9 people and now there was a lull), I walked home along Lake Street. I felt rather low as I was not sure if cash mob had been much of a success. Next year, I will run it from October to March. By April, the high school and college spring break season has tipped us into tourist season. There had been 160th year anniversary festivities in Oysterville today as well. I’d heard that some of the regulars might come to cash mob later in the day. My own garden called to me so I did not wait to see.

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Larry and Robert’s garden on my way home

and then Our Judy and Tom's garden

and then Our Judy and Tom’s garden, with all the Japanese maples leafing out

Our Judy's tulips

Our Judy’s tulips

Just next door to Judy and Tom’s garden, New Judy’s new yard showed signs of digging. I should have taken a before photo!

approaching my garden

approaching my garden

Tulip 'Green Star'

Tulip ‘Green Star’

I did not feel as much like weeding as I’d anticipated. The wind kicked up and after working in it for two days, the idea of weeding in a chilly wind at home did not strongly appeal. I was glad when Jamie popped by to visit (by my earlier invitation) and we could sit on the patio, sheltered against the south wall of the house. We conversed for well over an hour on some deep and interesting topics. During that time, Garden Tour Nancy texted me a photo of her day. She had gotten to tour the Huson garden in Oysterville after attending the anniversary there.

I am envious as have wanted to get in to see this garden for, well, years!

I am envious as have wanted to get in to see this garden for, well, years! photo by Nancy Allen

Jamie left at about 4:30 and I decided to simply force myself to pull one oyster basket full of horsetail and shotweed.

I excepted to get into the rhythm of gardening and forget about the wind but I did not. I saw a dead Euphorbia and a dead shrub or two that had suffered too much last winter. The idea of digging them out appealed slightly, but not quite enough. After half a basket of weeds, I gave up and went into the nice cozy house.

From the south window: looks deceptively warm and sunny.

From the south window: looks deceptively warm and sunny.

All three big beds need much weeding.

All three big beds need much weeding.

And look, Allan got home from kayaking (there will be photos later) and went out to use the strimmer.

telephoto from my window

telephoto from my window

When I got online, I saw an enthusiastic Facebook comment from the owner of Heidi’s Inn Ilwaco about there being lots of happy people walking back and forth in downtown today. That gave me encouragement that the cash mob event got more crowded as the day went on.

I looked at the bouquet I’d picked for my table before Jamie’s visit. It had certainly reflected my blue mood.

I do hope I get my gardening drive back soon. Sunday should be warm weather with only a little wind. How I would love to spend it weeding at home and yet I feel that we should weed the boatyard garden as rain is due to return later this week.

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Tomorrow, I might stick some yellow tulips right in the middle of that somber bouquet.

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Sunday, 6 April 2014

Today was the day we helped Jenna move her Queen La De Da shop from the Port of Ilwaco to downtown Ilwaco.  Fortunately, the start time was not till after noon, as I had been up into the small hours finishing yesterday’s novel, The Husband’s Secret.  I have now found out it was a New York Times best seller, a well deserved honour.

Smokey and Mary, when we departed.

Smokey and Mary, when we departed.

At noon, we went to Jenna’s new shop and potted up two trees to enhance her entry, and then dropped the extra potting soil back home again.

Not much had happened in cat land.

Not much had happened in cat land.

Drizzle would have kept me from gardening.  The garden did look grand in the soft light.

from the front gate

from the front gate

tulips in the front garden

tulips in the front garden (the fuzzy things on the soil are last year’s cardoon flowers)

pulsatilla 'Red Clock'

pulsatilla ‘Red Clock’

Tulip 'Leo', one of my favourites with its raggedy edge.

Tulip ‘Leo’, one of my favourites with its raggedy edge.

The young Bartlett pear tree in Allan’s garden has enough blossoms this year to evoke, with its sharp clean scent,  memories of the huge Bartlett tree in my Grandma’s garden.  I hope to live long enough to see it get this big:

pear tree from my back roof, Seattle 1989

pear tree from my back roof, “Gram’s garden”, Seattle 1989

The hellebores, still blooming, and someday to be under a pear tree’s shade, are fading to an interesting array of colours.

fade to black

fade to black

I’m hoping Allan will crawl under the old apple tree trunk behind that hellebore and pull all this shotweed and touch me not:

needs someone agile!

needs someone agile!

On to moving.  We started earlier than the rest of the friends so that Allan could dismantle Jenna’s big desk.  At one o clock, several others arrived.  I had the van almost loaded with handy same size cardboard moving boxes as other helpers went up and down the ramp into the Uhaul.

The owners of Heidi's Inn, Ilwaco, pitching in.

The owners of Heidi’s Inn, Ilwaco, pitching in.

unloading at Jenna's new shop on Spruce Street.

unloading at Jenna’s new shop on Spruce Street.  (The twisty tree is the one she wanted for her entrance.)

She’s losing the water view, but gaining lots more vehicle traffic, as everyone who drives through town from Astoria to Long Beach will pass her art gallery/studio.  It’s right across a small parking lot from the Antique Gallery, Too!   I took the opportunity to get some more photos for The Antique Gallery Facebook page.

Antique Gallery Too!

Antique Gallery Too!

inside Antique Gallery Too!

inside Antique Gallery Too!

While Allan reassembled Jenna’s desk (so large it had had to be dismantled for moving), I visited the Antique Gallery on Lake Street to talk with owner Robert about next Saturday’s cash mob.  If you are in town, you might attend our antiques extravaganza between the two Antique Gallery shops, the thrift store on Lake Street, and Olde Towne Trading Post Cafe, from 11-4 on Saturday, April 12.  I hope a good number of locals descend on the shops and spend at least a few dollars each.  (The Antique Gallery has the littlest  sea green glass floats for only $9.00 each.)

the little fishing floats are a good cash mob purchase...

the little fishing floats are a good cash mob purchase…

I pulled a few weeds from under the street trees while progressing from one shop to the other.

trees

By four thirty, I was home again, quite pooped.  I managed to take a few garden photos before sitting down to blog about Saturday’s events.

our garden boat

our garden boat

parrot tulips in the boat

‘Apricot Parrot’ tulips in the boat

more tulips in the back garden, bowed by rain

more tulips in the back garden, bowed by rain and wind

in the back garden

in the back garden

tulips backed with Leycesteria 'Golden Lanterns'

tulips backed with Leycesteria ‘Golden Lanterns’

Backing up the photo a little bit gives the real story of the back garden:  I need to have a thorough weeding session for the thready little horsetail and the shotweed.

soon, I hope!

soon, I hope!

The shotweed is a satisfying weed to pull (as long as its seeds don’t shoot into my eyes).  The horsetail feels hopeless because one can never get all the roots.  If I were retired, I would be able to discourage it with constant removal.  (Ann Lovejoy says the best method is to break it off at the base rather than pull it.  I don’t have time for that in my life as it is now.)

Meanwhile, at the former shop of Queen La De Da, Allan helped return the hallway to its original blue paint.  The map of Ilwaco and its historic depiction of Tangly Cottage Gardening is no more!

We're in the lower left corner.

We were  in the lower left corner.

We were flattered to be on the map.

We were flattered to be on the map.

but there we go under dark blue paint...

but there we go under the dark blue paint that had coated the hallway when Jenna moved in…

We’re confident that Jenna’s new digs will have the same magic as the old shop.

 

 

 

 

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Friday, 14 March 2014

I was so sure I would have a rainy day off to finish my book.  Instead, bright sun slipped into my room and woke me all too early and then my utter shock re having to go to work kept me awake, so I functioned all day on just five hours of sleep.

Allan cheered me up with a decorated breakfast.

breakfast (vegetable patty with cheese, a dried plum (nice words for prune) and Dave's Killer Bread.

breakfast (vegetable patty with cheese, a dried plum (nice words for prune) and Dave’s Killer Bread.

Because the annual quilt show will draw many to the museum near the post office from Friday through Sunday, I felt I had to do one thing that has been bothering me in our volunteer post office garden:  cut back a Cistus.  It looked somewhat tatty from freezing, and was a donated plant that I probably would not have chosen.  It’s the one with rather nondescript pale pink flowers and a short bloom period and it was taking up rather a lot of space.

in the midst of pruning...

in the midst of pruning…

and after.  We may completely remove the cistus later one.

and after. We may completely remove the cistus later one.

I’d piled rocks in back to hide how the bottom of the wall was not painted; back when the painting was done, lawn grass hid the bottom.   I guess the Cistus did some service by hiding that ragged edge!

I had been so sure we’d get the day off that I had not made a work plan.  However, I did remember that one of the Ilwaco street tree pocket gardens had been bothering me with its weeds as we drove by at the end of each recent work day.

tiny tree garden, a mess indeed!

tiny tree garden, a mess indeed!

Allan tackled that square while I weeded a couple of the street planters and seven of the other tree gardens.  None of them were as terribly weedy as the one that had been on my mind.

This was the first planter to start blooming with narcissi a couple of weeks ago or more and is still going strong.

This was the first planter to start blooming with narcissi a couple of weeks ago or more and is still going strong.

I also popped into the Antique Gallery to take some photos for its Facebook page.  The Gallery’s owners are our gardening clients, Larry and Robert; they have a second antique shop around the corner on Spruce Street.

The ornamental pear street trees are in bloom.

The ornamental pear street trees are in bloom.

inside the Antique Gallery at First and Lake.

inside the Antique Gallery at First and Lake, just one corner out of several rooms.

Allan kept soldiering away on that one messy garden bed; I suggested just removing the golden marjoram that was terribly infested with grass.

tree, after

tree, after

We were still operating without much of a work plan for the day.  Because we had some buckets of plant starts with us,  we went to the Sid Snyder Ave. beach approach to add some sedums and catmint to one of the planters that we redid last fall.

It had been full of Vinca and creeping Jenny.

It had been full of Vinca and creeping Jenny.

From there, we were inspired to weed and tidy up the 7 other planters along Sid Snyder, and then to add sedums and catmints to two other planters on the Bolstadt beach approach.

The city crew was hard at work, too, putting lights on the arch on the Bolstadt approach.

the iconic Long Beach arch

the iconic Long Beach arch

There is some debate about whether or not we really do have the world’s longest beach.  It is an old and traditional slogan.

Last fall, we had removed sheets of boring Vinca (planted by volunteers some years ago) in the two westernmost planters, so each got some sedum and catmint.  They get little water in summer….only when we haul it out in buckets.

Looking west: There's a planter between the Discovery Trail and the boardwalk.

Looking west: There’s a planter between the Discovery Trail and the boardwalk.

looking east toward town

looking east toward town (the arch is between those two big buildings)

Next, I remembered that we could further the weeding project and control of rugosa roses in the big popout on Ocean Beach Boulevard.  While Allan got set up there, I stopped at Pink Poppy Bakery, just east of the arch, and learned of a local event which we will likely attend (the evening part of it):

eventI brought two cupcakes to the big popout.

chocolate Guinness cupcakes with Bailey's Irish Cream frosting

chocolate Guinness cupcakes with Bailey’s Irish Cream frosting

Could I keep the cupcakes as a reward for a job well done?

center of the big popout, before.

center of the big popout, before.

No, I ate mine right away, for strength.   Allan did the hardest part of the job, swinging a pick to remove rugosa roses, leaving them standing only at the back of the garden.  I used to love Rugosa roses and still would appreciate any that are not such vicious runners as this one, Rosa rugosa ‘Alba’.  They are immune to disease, don’t mind salty winds, and are pretty much left alone by deer.

after

after

I know the soil is still thick with deep rose roots and the rhizomes of couch grass, and I wish the Pampas grass was not the centerpiece.  However, with diligence, we may be able to turn this into some sort of lovely eye level display of charming rock garden plants.

Next, after dumping a trailer load of debris at city works, we did the one thing that I had fervently wanted to do:  planted some free plant starts at Erin’s garden, site of the project of our previous two days.

erin

erin

In the brand new bed, we planted starts gleaned from recent cleanups:

*creeping sedum, Nepeta (catmint) and Lychnis (rose campion) and a toadflax from Jo’s garden

*golden marjoram and a small red leaved Euphorbia from my garden

*Helianthemum from the Picture Attic garden

I had dug up a precious Eryngium start and some Calendula seedlings from my garden this morning, put them in the bottom of an empty bucket for safekeeping, and somehow they had gotten mixed with weeds and discarded.  Maddening.  Other than than that, it was a successful start to a new garden.

We finished the day at The Anchorage Cottages.  I am looking forward to the results of manager Beth’s plan to have a backhoe remove these pampas grasses from the entry garden.  They’ve been there since before I took on the gardening job.

They will not be missed!

They will not be missed!

fragrant Hyacinths by the office door

fragrant Hyacinths by the office door

a well established patch of Trilliums at The Anchorage

a well established patch of Trilliums at The Anchorage

I finally cut back the hardy fuchsias at The Anchorage.  Sometimes the stems come through the winter fully alive and I can have fuchsias the size of (very) small trees; this past hard winter killed them to the base.  They will return and are already putting out new foliage at ground level.

We did not get as far as Andersen’s RV Park even though I thought we might.  Simply too tired (me, anyway) to go on, we quit at a little after five PM.

At home, I contemplated from my window the sad fact that all my tall hardy fuchsias may have to be cut to the ground as well.

Fuchsias in our back garden are the predominant plants in one of the large beds.

Fuchsias in our back garden are the predominant plants in one of the large beds.

window view to the southeast; the crab pots behind the gear shed have been covered with a tarp and are no longer a scenic backdrop.

window view to the southeast; the crab pots behind the gear shed have been covered with a tarp and are no longer a scenic backdrop.

I sat at the computer and caught up on two weeks’ worth of my favourite gardening blogs: Mr. Tootlepedal (in the Scottish borders) and The Miserable Gardener (in Colorado).

Tomorrow (Saturday, March 15th) is the March cash mob way up north at the Oysterville Store and therefore will not be an opportunity to catch up on rest.

P.S.  Late in the evening, our friend Michele Z posted this photo of how fabulous the arch looks with its new lights:

Long Beach arch at night

Long Beach arch at night

 

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With some variation, the Christmas staycation week revolved round  Olde Towne Cafe.  Former Ilwaco resident Patt was in town dogsitting at the hydrangea house and was, as she put it, greedy for as many coffee klatsches as she could get before having to return to her new town of Battleground.

day one: Tuesday, 24 December 2013

I felt a slight regret at going to a midday coffee klatsch on a beautiful day when I could have accomplished some gardening.

The garden calls...and I ignore the call...

The garden calls…and I ignore the call…

Sarah Sloane's topiary came through the cold weather with no protection other than the eaves of the house.

Sarah Sloane’s topiary came through the cold weather with no protection other than the eaves of the house.

I do want to get that center garden bed cleaned up...

I do want to get that center garden bed cleaned up…

Smokey intends to enjoy a day in the garden.

Smokey intends to enjoy a day in the garden.

We had one delightful errand to run before coffee time:  picking up a box of Christmas cookies that I had ordered from Pink Poppy Bakery.  Up to Long Beach we drove to Madeline’s new bakery storefront near the Long Beach arch, just west of city hall.

Akari Space and Pink Poppy

Akari Space and Pink Poppy

The bakery is located on the side of the building now known as Akari Space.

pinkpoppy

I love the “Mission Control” sign for Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm.  I’m not sure whether or not it’s Pink Poppy that will be offering coffee and tea when they open with regular hours sometime in early 2014.

pink poppy

Oh, I see boxes of tea right there!

Baker Madeline Dickerson in her kitchen

Baker Madeline Dickerson in her kitchen

Madeline did a community fundraising where many locals loaned money for a “square” (or something like that) for $50 to help her get the oven for her bakery.  I’m proud to say that Tangly Cottage Gardening was one of the investors.  The bakery, whose goods up till now have been by special order or sold at a booth at the Ilwaco Saturday Market from May-September, is so popular that it only took a couple of days to raise the money.

Pink Poppy seating

Pink Poppy seating

Part of the rest of the building is given over to coworking areas (Akari Space).  Since I don’t quite understand what that’s all about, here is an article on the subject provided by the Akari Space Facebook page.

conference rooms

The space is attractive.

the ceiling in one of the rooms

the ceiling in one of the rooms

wall finished with the sort of lath with which one makes trellises

wall finished with the sort of lath with which one makes trellises

Watch for the interior side of our dull mid 70s manufactured home front door to be transformed with lath like that…I hope.

Then…we went to Olde Towne.  Our friends were making noises about too many pictures having been taken of them, so I contented myself with some vintage kitchenware:

at Olde Towne

at Olde Towne

and a wall of art for sale

and a wall of art for sale

At home, I walked into my room just in time to catch this sunset from the back yard of Nora’s house next door.

sunset over Jeff's boathouse

sunset over Jeff’s boathouse

sunset

sunset

from the south end of Nora's yard, Jessie's Christmas star

from the south end of Nora’s yard, across the port parking lot, Jessie’s Christmas star

Pardon me while I add a photo that will be of interest to gardeners:

deer poop in Nora's yard near our deer fence!

deer poop in Nora’s yard near our deer fence!

We opened our presents before dinner.  Not being a morning person, I’ve started a Christmas evening gift ritual in our family.  One member of the family had opened his present two days early, however!   Allan had found, in the middle of the living room floor, this gift tag:

tag, with teeth marks!

tag, with teeth marks!

I recognized the handwriting and knew immediately that one of the cats had gotten into the box of presents under the tree from Montana Mary.  Sure enough, later that evening I had found Calvin playing with this:

catnip Christmas stocking!

catnip Christmas stocking!

Allan had been into a Kinks website and found me a representation of my two favourite songs by them, Waterloo Sunset (a mug) and, of course, Village Green Preservation Society (a tea towel).

kinks

Why o why can’t Ilwaco have a village green on the vacant lot next to the Pharmacy?  If I had the money to buy that lot, I would make it so.

I had been looking forward for several weeks to the Christmas Eve Dickens Dinner at the Depot Restaurant; we ended up sitting at the counter next to the Christmas tree where we were able to watch the bustlings about of the staff of personable servers while we dined.

at the counter right next to the Christmas tree

at the counter right next to the Christmas tree

above the front door: train lights and old luggage

above the front door: train lights and old luggage

Yorkshire pudding!

Yorkshire pudding!

and a dessert of hot buttered rum bread pudding with hard sauce

and a dessert of hot buttered rum bread pudding with hard sauce

We got the last one of that delicious dessert.

On the way home, we got a photo of the decorated porch at Larry and Robert's house, five doors down.

On the way home, we got a photo of the decorated porch at Larry and Robert’s house, five doors down.

day two: Wednesday, 25 December 2013

My paperwhites on the kitchen windowsill bloomed just in time for Christmas.

My paperwhites on the kitchen windowsill bloomed just in time for Christmas.

With no extended family in the area (and in my case, my family of birth is all gone), we went to the afternoon potluck gathering at Olde Towne, for people who wanted a place to gather with friends on Christmas day.

potluck offerings

potluck offerings

Christmas gathering...I made tabouli and Allan made a jello fish mold!

Christmas gathering…I made tabouli and Allan made a jello fish mold!

Luanne came up with a creative solution for some vanilla pudding that had not set up properly.

Luanne came up with a creative solution for some vanilla pudding that had not set up properly.
Patt, Heather of NIVA green, art historian Pat Moss, and baker and masseuse Dianne Duprez.

Patt, Heather of NIVA green,  Pat Moss of Fine Art Investigations, and baker and masseuse Dianne Duprez.

After our potluck we had a white elephant gift exchange, for which people wrap up something inexpensive or re-gifted and you take your chances with what you get.  I was amazed at how well the presents worked out.  Captain Phil from Nahcotta got a gardening book that I donated, and I think he was one of the few gardeners there.  And Sarah, who loves birds, got a birdhouse kit that Allan had originally bought for his dad.

Sarah and her new birdhouse kit

Sarah and her new birdhouse kit

Linda, Chon, Patt, Allan, Sarah

Linda, Chon, Patt, Allan, Sarah

Patt's spouse, Chon, came from Battleground for the day.

Patt’s spouse, Chon, came from their new home in Battleground for the day.

Cat got some sort of cat thing.

Cat got some sort of cat thing.

Allan had enough jello left for "fish head stew".

Allan had enough jello left for “fish head stew”.

day three:  Thursday, 26 December 2013

Again at Olde Towne:  Shortly after bringing us our lunches, Luanne had time to sit and visit with us for a spell.

Donna took this beautiful photo at Olde Towne.

Donna took this beautiful photo at Olde Towne.

and this one, too

and this one, too

day four: Friday, 27 December 2013

Of course, I went down to Olde Towne to have coffee with Patt.   Just to avoid the tedium of repetition, I took a photo of a different Olde Towne bunch.

another regular coffee klatsch including our gardening client Ann (left)

another regular coffee klatsch including our gardening client Ann (left)

After coffee, I stopped by the Antique Gallery, one of two Ilwaco antique shops run by our friends and gardening clients Robert and Larry.  Robert’s domain is the big shop on First Avenue.

Antique Gallery

Antique Gallery

My mission was twofold:  Take some photos for the business’s Facebook page and have a nice long schmooze with Robert.  Both missions accomplished.

platter with three men

an unusual platter with three men

The danger of taking the photos is I usually see something that haunts me with desire to own, and I might find something irresistible.

milk glass?

milk glass?

milkglass

Although I am immune to the charms of “milk glass”, if that is indeed what these white pieces are, they remind me in a sentimental way of one of my favourite writers, Glady Taber.

I found it very hard to resist this tea set.  What saved me is not having room for it.

I found it very hard to resist this tea set. What saved me is not having room for it.

Here is what I found so irresistible that it came right home with me!

Here is what I found so irresistible that it came right home with me!

(Shhh... I'm hoping a certain someone gets me these for my birthday!)

(Shhh… I’m hoping a certain someone gets me these for my birthday!)

day five: Saturday, 28 December 2013

I had the late morning to kick around the house a bit as our coffee klatsch was not until two.  (I’ve switched to my staycation time, the natural rhythm for me of staying up till 3 and sleeping till 11.  I often would rather be a morning person for the sake of daylight but I love the quiet velvety hours of the night too much to sleep through them.)   Out my window around noonish, I saw this deer in Nora’s backyard.

deer

on the outside of our deer fence

She was very interested in watching my cat, Frosty, who had followed me outside.

She was very interested in watching my cat, Frosty, who had followed me outside.

She is small, perhaps one of last year's fawns

She is small, perhaps one of last year’s fawns.

Before I left for coffee, I could see her bedded down for an early afternoon rest.

from my window

from my window

She was relaxed enough to not get up when Frosty and I again went for a closer look.

She was relaxed enough to not get up when Frosty and I again went for a closer look.

Meanwhile, Smokey has found a new cave in the closet where he sleeps every day now.

Meanwhile, Smokey has found a new cave in the closet where he sleeps every day now.

On the way to coffee, I stopped at Larry’s branch of the antique shops to take some more photos.

In Larry's shop, just around the corner from Olde Towne.

In Larry’s shop, just around the corner from Olde Towne.

Coffee klatsch lasted from one pm all the way till about 4:30 as we worked very hard on solving some of the world’s problems.

today's klatsch...Jamie, Donna, Olde Towne owner Luanne, Patt, and Patricia....

today’s klatsch…Jamie, Donna, Olde Towne owner Luanne, Patt, and Patricia….

and our Jenna (Queen La De Da)

and our Jenna (Queen La De Da)

We are all missing the presence of our Judy who has been absent because she and Tom have a busy holiday with lots of family members at their house.

Meanwhile, as I spend my staycation life goofing off, Allan broke down our old rotten work trailer in preparation for a complete rebuild.  The evening that the tailgate fell off because of rotten wood around a bolt and dragged behind us by a bungie cord was a catalyst but this had been one of his planned winter projects all along.

stripped down

stripped down

I suggested that we go to Pelicano Restaurant for dinner with the gift certificate given to us by Mary and Denny of Klipsan Beach Cottages.  Allan was not hard to persuade.

At Pelicano, window seats had a view of the lighted boats outside.

At Pelicano, window seats had a view of the lighted boats outside.

My photo of a delicious shu mai appetizer did not come out well, so I borrowed this from their website.

My photo of a delicious shu mai appetizer did not come out well, so I borrowed this from their website.

my dessert: an extraordinarly delicious apple tartlet, fresh made in 12 minutes, with homemade vanilla ice cream

my dessert: an extraordinarily delicious apple tartlet, fresh made in 12 minutes, with homemade vanilla ice cream

With Pelicano being the only business open in the winter evenings, some of the Christmas boats had  kindly docked outside.

With Pelicano being the only business open in the winter evenings, some of the Christmas boats had kindly docked outside.

We took a little walk along Waterfront Way to enjoy the holiday lights, soon to disappear into the darkness of January.  I do wish that such lights were not just associated with Christmas so that they could see us through the whole winter.

boats

I can see the masts of the two boats above from my south window and will miss their lights next week.

another lighted boat and the Jessie's star

another lighted boat and the Jessie’s star

coffee klatsch intermission:  Sunday, 29 December 2013

On the day when Olde Towne is closed, I accomplished too much sleeping, and a reasonable amount of housecleaning (and the first part of this blog entry).   Allan was far more productive with his trailer project.  This is the first complete rebuild of the trailer since he moved down here and put it to work gardening in January 2005.

old rotten boards removed

old rotten boards removed

new sides going on

new sides going on

The neighbour cat, Onyx, supervising

The neighbour cat, Onyx, supervising

glossy Onyx

glossy Onyx

I'm worried that one of my Rustias has turned brown while the other is still green.

I’m worried that one of my Rustias has turned brown while the other is still green.

the first full flowering of a hellebore this season

the first full flowering of a hellebore this season

day six: Monday, 30 December 2013

By the time I had breakfast, worked on this blog entry a bit more, and emerged into the daylight, Allan was already being productive with his trailer rebuilding project.

more usefulness

more usefulness

I wandered the garden a bit, saw much that needed doing, and did none of it.

wheelbarrows at rest

wheelbarrows at rest

Smokey in a messy border.

Smokey in a messy border.

I haven't been back to the bogsy wood for three weeks!

I haven’t been back to the bogsy wood for three weeks!

We have had no wind fierce enough to take Danger Tree down; getting something done about it is must be addressed this winter.

I had to do something productive so decided the tree must come down, mainly so that I could more easily admire my new garden bookshelf area.

Our lovely tree was in my new garden book corner.

Our lovely tree was in my new garden book corner.

Down came the ornaments,my favourites viewed with appreciation:

the unusually shaped ones...

the unusually shaped ones…

the frosted ones....

the frosted ones….some with words and pictures

the ones with insets...

the ones with insets…

and the ones that most strongly evoke times past.

and the ones that most strongly evoke times past.

(I’m going to add these to my Christmas tree post, so anyone who happens to read this blog straight through will have found this to be repetitive.)

They are packed into Christmas tins and small boxes, inside big boxes, for extra protection.

The Christmas tins sit under the tree during the season for extra decor.

The Christmas tins sit under the tree during the season for extra decor.

Once upon a time at my Grandma’s, such tins were an important part of making and delivering an assortment of cookies to all the neighbours.

I had one last look through a cunning, tiny book that is another favourite ornament:

a small book ornament

a small book ornament

part of the story

part of the story

The book has a strong message about being kind to animals, as  “boys who chased the cats and stoned the birds and were unkind to dumb animals…found rods and empty bags, and stockings filled with bran.  But in those days as now, to the children who were good, and kind, and true, Old Kriss left rattles and tops and presents for all.”   The author also makes a point that the reindeer are well cared for:

inside

Where this little book came from, I do not know.  It appeared among my ornaments as if by magic.

My new book corner, revealed in all its glory, will be the subject of a blog post sometime in January.

garden books all together at last!

garden books all together at last!

In the evening, coffee klatsch (Jamie, Pat Moss of Fine Art Investigations, Heather of NIVA green, Luanne of Olde Towne Café, Patt, me, and Jenna of Queen La De Da’s), convened at El Compadre Restaurant in Long Beach for dinner, making this the official sixth day of Patt’s coffee klatsch holiday gatherings.   I did not want to pester my friends with photos so concentrated just on the ambience:

Heather's coat!

Pat and Heather’s coats!

the bright and cheery restaurant

the bright and cheery restaurant

colourful chairs and tables

colourful chairs and tables

and our party departing

and our party departing from our cozy corner

Luanne says we need to have a coffee klatsch dinner once a month and I couldn’t agree more.

day seven: Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Coffee klatsch was scheduled for one thirty PM on into the afternoon for any of the informal group who could come for Patt’s last official klatsch before she returns to her new home in Battleground.  The quilting group was also there when I arrived.  An attempt to do a stealth photo was rewarded by blurriness that I somewhat redeemed by going sepia.

Peninsula Quilt Guild

Peninsula Quilt Guild

If only we had the know-how to do this for Tom!

If only we had the know-how to do this for Tom!

Our group came and went till the four PM closing time.   To our utter delight, Judy made it out today.  She has been absent because of a busy family Christmas, and she tells me it is ok to reveal that another reason she has been absent is that her Tom is going through chemo again.  You may recall many tears shed one night while bulb sorting awhile back; the reason was that after a year of remission, he has had to re-enter the difficult process of chemo.  We miss his being able to come to klatsch and wish we were techie enough to have him join us through a computer monitor on a traveling frame like Sheldon did on Big Bang Theory!

Jamie, Patt, Donna, MR, and Our Judy

Jamie, Patt, Donna, MR, and Our Judy

We stayed till after hours before bidding adieu to Patt.  Her heart is in Ilwaco but her life is now in an inland town.  While I might encounter her at midmorning breakfast coffee on Thursday,  it will be a poignant farewell instead of a cosy klatsch.

I had had a phone call from our friend and client Jo and I deceived Allan into thinking we needed to go to her Long Beach home in the very late afternoon to pick up some work money.  The real reason is that Jo had made him a quilt!

Allan with Coco at Jo's house

Allan with Coco at Jo’s house

and the glorious quilt

and the glorious quilt

While on the subject of Jo and her glorious quilting skills, here’s the one she made for me a few years ago:

my quilt

my quilt

Jo and Bob were divesting themselves of a garden patterned rug which is going to be just perfect for my garden book corner!

couldn't be better

couldn’t be better

(You might wonder if I accomplished anything other than coffee klatsches during this week….The answer is not much other than the final billings of the year, the Astoria blog entry which took a good long while, the reorganizing of my garden books, and the reading a few books and four months worth of excellent older entries in The Miserable Gardener blog.)

We move on now to a New Year and the last view from our south window of the Christmas tree and star at Jessie’s Ilwaco Fish Company and of the holiday lights at Time Enough Books.

My only New Year's wish on the Jessie's star is for good health for all of my friends.

My only New Year’s wish on the Jessie’s star is for good health for all of my friends.

For Patt:

 Mist in the Valley by Edna St Vincent Millary

These hills, to hurt me more,
That am hurt already enough,—
Having left the sea behind,
Having turned suddenly and left the shore
That I had loved beyond all words, even a song’s words, to
convey,

And built me a house on upland acres,
Sweet with the pinxter, bright and rough
With the rusty blackbird long before the winter’s done,
But smelling never of bayberry hot in the sun,
Nor ever loud with the pounding of the long white breakers,—

These hills, beneath the October moon,
Sit in the valley white with mist
Like islands in a quiet bay,

Jut out from shore into the mist,
Wooded with poplar dark as pine,
Like points of land into a quiet bay.

(Just in the way
The harbour met the bay)

Stricken too sore for tears,
I stand, remembering the Islands and the sea’s lost sound—
Life at its best no longer than the sand-peep’s cry,
And I two years, two years,
Tilling an upland ground!

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