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Tuesday, 4 September 2018

The day began stressfully with a letter from the Social Security administration saying that Allan had been dumped off Medicare.  Two hours on the phone ensued.  There had been a misunderstanding (his) re how the full amount gets paid—too complicated to explain how it happened.  The money got sent as soon as the phone calls were done and meanwhile we are waiting in hope that he is reinstated without having to reapply.  I am glad that I did not know that he was only partially ensured when he drove to Ocean Shores and back on September 1st.  (Update, ten days and many lengthy phone calls and emails later, he has still not managed to get reinstated and they will not cash the darn check.  My teeth hurt from grinding them in my sleep.  Like many women I know, I fear becoming destitute because of medical bills  I am worried about this situation on the daily.  It is the unwritten undercurrent in the next ten days of blog posts, since the blog is running ten days behind.)

A friend who works with the elderly said she sees piles of Medicare related paperwork in their homes.  She used to wonder why they did not just get it sorted out, until she became Medicare age herself and found out how complicated it is.

So I worked today in an intensely worried frame of mind, and we got started over two hours late.

Long Beach

Watering the street trees and planters…

We are deadheading as usual but leaving tatty looking plant foliage just to keep the planters full through Rod Run, in hopes that full planters will discourage sitters.

I look forward to trimming them up next week.

Why is one Geranium ‘Rozanne’ across the street red leaved and dry looking?

I went back across the street and watered it a second time.  The leaves did not look diseased on close examination.

I hope.

Hesperantha starting to bloom, a sign of fall (Allan’s photo)

New paint job on Carnival Gifts.  I like a blue building.

I found a rock from Yakima Valley Rocks.

Although the sky was as blue as the rock, the cold wind made it a challenging three hours of watering.  The east side of the street was much colder than the west side, and fortunately I did the east side first and was pleasantly surprised by the west side being less miserable.

You might recall my sadness while working on my cat memorial garden last weekend ago and my missing Smoky so much.  And my revelation that it’s because a really affectionate and bonded-with-me cat had not come along, not to replace him, but to be a comfort.  As I was close to the end of watering, an acquaintance came up to me and said she had 16 cats to rehome, from a cat collector who had recently died.  I asked if any of them were lovey dovey lap cats and she said “Mittens!”  I said “Text me after Rod Run and we will come have a look at them.”  If one of those cats is the special cat I need to help me stop grieving daily for Smoky, I might stop being a cynic about all things “woo woo” and might think something cosmic has happened.

There is also a Newfoundland dog…my favourite breed….a non drooler!  And he is used to being left home during the day.  But no.  No, I mustn’t.  I like my sleep too well to be getting up in the night or early morning to let a dog out.  Surely.  (Update ten days later—I have not been contacted about the cats. Maybe it is just as well; I would rather adopt a new cat during staycation.)

We got done at four. (Allan’s photo)

We did not have time to water the Shelburne.  I was ever so glad we had done so on Sunday after Cella’s party, or we’d have been in even worse trouble today.  (I don’t mean trouble with the Shelburne owners, just trouble with how to fit in all the watering after starting late.)


I put on my sweatshirt and winter scarf to weed and water at the boatyard, while Allan watered the downtown trees and planters.

Why must I find pulled up elephant garlic every time?

I break up the cloves and replant them.  Often, the puller-upper does not even take the flower.

After an hour of weeding, I watered from behind the fence.  I was concerned because one of the ceanothus looked all brown on the back side.  I hoped it was not because someone had sprayed any weedkiller or random boat chemical.

The second ceanothus looked fine.

I trimmed the burnt looking foliage off the first one.



On further thought, no one would spray roundup that high up.  So the mystery remains.

I hope nothing bad spreads to the middle and front of the ceanothus.  I have a matched set and if one dies, the symmetry will be thrown off in a way that would be most distressing to me. (Update ten days later; they both look fine so far.)

There are two ceanothus and a cistus, and one rosemary (because one died, and I have not managed to replace it).

Stipa gigantea

Allan picked up me and the trailer of weeds and took us both home, where I watered containers while he went back out to water our volunteer gardens at the post office and fire station.  Yesterday, at Cella’s party, he pointed out to someone that I come up with these volunteer gardens and then he is the one who has to water them.  True.




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Thursday, 23 August 2018

Js garden

Allan mowed the little pocket lawn and I weeded at J’s across the street.

front garden with carpet of thyme (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Long Beach

We had to trim more off the top of the dang blangity non-blooming Cosmos ‘Sensation’ mix.

feeling irritated

Of course, that will delay bloom even more.  If I had more time or energy, I might tear it all out and put something else in….but the tourist season only has two weeks to go, and by mid September surely it will throw out some side flowers…?? I live in hope.


back—I should have cut more.

As the director of the Bellevue Botanical Border said at Hardy Plant Weekend, “When we make a mistake, it is in public for everyone to see.”  This was not exactly a mistake because this once was a reliably good plant.

Here is the frog who lives in the water box. (Allan’s photo)

Downtown, Allan went south and I went north watering planters. While watering planters on Third Street in Long Beach, I enjoyed the music of this busker and I gave him a few dollars.

The sky was blue, the sun was out, and not too hot, and we had a brisk but not too brisk wind.  Perfect for the kite festival.  The entryway to the Bolstad approach was as close as either of us got to kite festival this week.

A city crew member jokingly asked us, “Why aren’t you out flying your kite today?” When I said no energy, he knew just how I felt.  Work consumes all my energy and then I just want to be home, gathering up some new energy from my garden for the next work week.

I walked a block to the east to get a closer look at a little garden that someone has made behind the Elks lodge in a raised round bed that used to be all horsetail.

Someone is deadheading regularly here.

I wish my fiery celosia at the fire station had done this well.

Allan noticed someone was stripping flowers off the two of the lavenders in two of the planters.

I swear I just might hang signs in them like I did on the blue globe thistle in the boatyard garden (“Please don’t pick me”, on a card hung right on the plant, proved to be effective).

We finished Long Beach with a tidy of the Veterans Field gardens.

Helenium ‘Mariachi’ (pretty sure) in Vet field

Shelburne Hotel

 We had made good time in Long Beach and got to the Shelburne 45 minutes early than usual.  We managed to keep that lead, a good thing as it is now getting dark around eight.  No more ten hour days!

We watered, deadheaded, did some but not a lot of garden clean up.  Deadheading the sweet peas is the most time consuming thing now.

sweet peas and Japanese anemones

Sweet pea ‘Blue Shift’ (maybe)

looking north

looking south

Allan was able to get onto the Room Four deck to do some much needed deadheading.  We are going to move the rose down into the garden this fall and replace it with a non deadheading sort of plant.

It looked quite sad when he got there, with black spot and dead flowers.

And will replace the cosmos with some sort of non deadhead-y plants. And will put the dahlia in the garden. It’s a nice red one.

This sort of pot, on the room 11 deck, needed no care and looks just fine.

chatting with some appreciative guests

the back garden (where you can dine from the pub menu)

one of the succulent pots on the back lower decks


Allan watered the street trees and planters while I watered and did some weeding at the boatyard.

What a relief it was to breathe clean, non smoky air.

view from the south end of the boatyard today….

and on Monday, when it was so smoky I could barely see a boat coming in.

an interestingly fasciated euphorbia at the boatyard

taken from behind the fence because I water from behind the fence

as I walked along pulling horsetail; looking south

I walked home via some weeding and deadheading at the Ilwaco Fire Station garden.

Now for three much anticipated days off, two at home and one garden tour day on the north Oregon coast.  It will be the last touring trip off the peninsula this year.  We are skipping the Cannon Beach cottage tour so that Allan can enjoy the Rod Run auto show here with Scott and Tony.  And…I am tired and just want to stay on the peninsula for September. So…if you count on us to show you that tour by blogging about it, you had best get yourself tickets and go.

Allan’s photo: He finished watering at the post office garden at sunset.

I wrote a blog post while Allan worked on his boating blog and then made dinner.  (For those who wonder how I garden, read, and blog, it is because Allan cooks dinner that this blog can happen on a daily basis in work season.)  Just as we sat down to eat and watch telly at ten PM, I noticed that my night blooming cereus flower had opened.  It did not seem as scented as usual.  To think we might have missed it!

As we watched our telly, the delicate scent of the flower emerged and floated around the room.

I am so happy that our three day weekend starts tomorrow.  This time, I will not stay on the property the whole time, because on Saturday we are going garden touring.

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Thursday, 16 August

Before work, I picked and delivered a bouquet to Queen La De Da for a bridal shower that she was hosting.  Allan photographed it for me.

Queen La De Da’s gallery and event center

At the post office, I asked him to photograph the planter; the deer are finally leaving the little rose alone.

Still before work, we visited the South Pacific County Humane Society to make a contribution in honor of our friend Larry, spouse of Diane whose garden we care for.  Allan photographed some cats.  I do long for a satisfactory lap cat.

The shelter had a large crop of kittens.

Long Beach

Sometimes toward the end of the day at this time of year, I find myself saying a little chant, especially while dragging hoses, in a high pitched monotone: “Help me helpme helpme helpme heeeelp me.” Today, it started at the beginning of watering Long Beach and that is when I knew that summer burn out had hit hard.  While I still do love my job, certain factors are wearing by now: hose-rassling, navigating around crowds, dragging heavy hoses (not in Long Beach, fortunately), and loud cars booming music with misogynist lyrics (in Long Beach, unfortunately).

While watering, I finished the August planter reference post, and that will appear tomorrow, mostly for my interest.

I noticed a chrysanthemum blooming in the planter by NIVA green and thought it was way too early and that I should have given it the Chelsea chop.

When I headed down the other side of the street, I saw that Dennis Company is already selling chrysanthemum plants—so I guess it is just right.

chrysanthemums for sale already

I still love Oregano ‘Hopley’s Purple’ so much. What a doer!

Origanum ‘Hopley’s Purple’

The planter in front of Stormin’ Norman’s needs a dig out.  That darn wire plant, that I thought was a house plant when I planted it and then it took over, is trying to take over again.  We should have dug out ALL the soil instead of hoping we could control the starts from bits of root left behind in our clean out two years ago.

It is creeping everywhere.

I only had to ask one person to move off a bench for watering today.  I was glad I had already done the Funland planter before a large crowd appeared.

We watered the Sid Snyder planters. I should do a reference post for the beach approach planters.  Allan parked by Adrift distillery, owned by the Adrift Hotel, whose owners are our clients now at the Shelburne.

planters at the distillery (Allan’s photo)

World Kite Museum

We checked up on the kite museum garden because kite festival starts next Monday.

Allan’s photo

The Shelburne Hotel

We planted one more daylily from my garden, making room for it by moving a sad rodgersia to a spot where I hope it will be happier.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo: must get a bag of compost to make this daylily patch look better.

We weeded, deadheaded, and watered thoroughly, hoping it will last well till Monday.

The garden looks different now because I cut back all the Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’ to new growth halfway down. They were tired and had no no blooms to offer up high.

looking south, no more cloud of white

looking north, the tall non blooming cosmos is most irksome!

not one flower bud on most of the Cosmos ‘Sensation’

Cutting seed pods off of the many sweet peas takes a long time now.

I am happy in this garden and never sing the help me song here….not even when I see the horrors of houttuynia in this back yard shady bed, waiting a fall clean out.


I wish I had time to work on this bed more during the summer.

We remembered to clip a dead blackberry cane from the  next door yard off of the totem’s beak.

so glad this bed does not have the houttuynia

Brown Turkey fig tree has figs!

I got to pet a good rescued dog named Buster Brown.

Allan’s photo

When his person began to have dinner, Buster was all attention.

I wanted so very much to stay for dinner, too, but we had another couple of hours of our watering ritual.


Allan watered the trees and planters, while I watered the boatyard garden.

The Pennisetum macrourum is coming back strong and will need another big pull out this fall.

I saw a boat name that spoke to me.  This is my dream, too:

Autumn Dream

Autumn, when we can stop watering and when the Pacific Breeze blows all the wildfire smoke away.

I walked home and saw just one of the Main Street cats.

I went out of the way to deadhead our volunteer garden at the fire station.  Allan would water it last.

ornamental corn—will it make an ear?

I am so looking forward to our three day weekend—but first (tomorrow), the Planter Reference Post.





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Monday, 13 August 2018

guest photos!

Mary of Klipsan Beach Cottages sent me two photos last night:

Bella in the KBC garden

and a snake in the shrubbery (good for eating slugs and snails)

before work today:

We duck under these apple-laden branches to leave the front porch.

carrying one of three clumps of daylilies to plant at the Shelburne later

In the front garden, a late poppy must be Mother of Pearl or Angel’s Choir.

Our volunteer garden at the post office, where we stop every day but Sunday because there is no home delivery of mail where we live:

A few days ago, the Ilwaco Timberland Library posted this nice thing on Facebook:

Long Beach

We weeded four more sections of the beach approach, just leaving three and an end cap to go.  I hope to finish it tomorrow, as well as trimming back the rugosa roses by the police station.  Kite Festival starts next Monday so we want the approach to look as good as possible, considering that it survives with no supplemental water (an impressive feat by the rugosa roses).

Allan’s photo; coreopsis does surprisingly well with no watering

I got to pet this darling dog, a schnauzer-dachshund:

Monty by name

Monty’s person and two other people asked about the rugosa rose hips.

We have this far to go…

and we have come this far

We then watered the downtown trees and planters.

A couple admiring blue eryngiums (Allan’s photo)

I took photos for the August planter reference post.  Here is a sneak preview of some, uncropped, that show the Long Beach scenery.

Lewis and Clark Square

We STILL have not tried the new Mexican restaurant behind L&C Square.  Our style is to work straight through, eating a sandwich while working or in the van between jobs.

L&C Square from across the street, police station and Vet Field to the left

Fifth Street Park, NE quadrant,  with frying pan and Allan watering

Above, to the left, a child is putting a quarter in a slot to make the Razor Clam sculpture squirt water.

Fifth Street Park, SE quadrant

I found a painted rock!

When I posted the rock on a local rock-painters group, I was told that a friend hid that one especially for me to find.  Well done!

one cottage in a courtyard of cute little cottages

looking across at west side of Fifth Street Park

In a Fifth Street Park bed, NE side, I admired this heather, even though it does not show up well.

I like heathers that are spikier, like this one.  Maybe it is a heath.  I have to read up.

rudbeckia and Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’

Once upon a time, I did not like orange flowers so did not grow California poppies or rudbeckia.  I have evolved.

Oregano ‘Hopley’s Purple’ is so wonderful. It goes and goes and goes.

Third Street Park

Stormin’ Norman’s and Wind World Kites

Wind World Kites

The flag shows that the wind was pushing us around today. Fortunately, it did not kick up till we were done with the beach approach.  I read later in a book by Monty Don (The Prickotty Bush) that a “lazy wind” goes right through you instead of around you.

A woman came up to me, seeing me using the hose, and said, “Now I understand.  I kept seeing you carrying a bucket and I thought, She’s sure getting a lot of water out of that bucket!” I showed her how it works:

bayonet and hose

lift the cap…

match up the notch, plug it in, twist, and Robert’s your father’s brother.

The Shelburne Hotel

Chef Casey Venus was picking some nasturtiums to garnish a cucumber soup.  I said sounded yummy and he brought us a bowl of it to share!

cold cucumber soup with crab…incredibly delicious

I was glad we had brought three clumps of daylilies from my garden to plant for his edible flower collection.

We watered and deadheaded.

Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’

the shady side of the front garden

It is a good thing cosmos has beautiful foliage, because most of the Sensation cosmos are just green feathery things with not a flower bud showing.


While Allan watered the street trees and planters, I watered the boatyard.  At the south end, this view made me remember taking my black lab, Bertie Woofter, to swim on the west side of the boatyard.  Robert and I had a key to the back gate.

low tide

Straight across used to be all wild but is now part of the boatyard.

memories of Bertie Woofter swimming in that very spot

My note tied onto the blue globe thistle seems to be keeping people from picking it…

…even though eight out of ten elephant garlics have been picked under one of the official “please leave the flowers” signs.

The really big boat with a lot of clutter around it is gone (with its clutter) and all the hoses were in place, so watering went smoothly and easily.

I walked home, looking for the feral main street cats.

one orange one

and a black one

Further on the way home, a block east of our house, beautiful hydrangeas in an old garden:


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Tuesday, 31 July 2018

How I love an all Ilwaco day.

We started at the volunteer garden that Allan did not have time to water yesterday evening:

Ilwaco Fire Station

Out of all the ammi majus seeds I planted, I got these.

the ornamental corn, all two of them

Mike’s garden

after we watered

We finally pruned all the dead branches off the conifer in the front…

It is part of a matched set; the other one is also very slowly dying back.

I would like to see them both gone, but neither Allan’s wonky ankle or my wonky knee inspire us to try to dig them out.  I’m hoping Mike will find a strong person to do this.

Ilwaco boatyard garden

We weeded thoroughly all along from the north end to the gate.  South of the gate does not get as much horsetail.

(I did not download photos for a week, so it took me that long to realize I had a spot on my lens.)

my usual audience

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Chickadee, Doreen, Stipa gigantea

a boat on its way to the water

Allan’s audience

Port of Ilwaco

We accomplished our long weekly watering of almost all the curbside gardens.  (We skip just one that is just escallonias, landscape fabric that shows, and a thin coat of bark mulch.)

In my favourite bed by the Ilwaco pavilion, the three plants vandalized earlier this year are trying to heal themselves but are still bringing down the tone.

Santolina had the best chance of healing itself.

One lavender is trying….

…and the other one is not succeeding much at all in getting better.

Eryngium and achillea (Allan’s photo)

by the port office

lavender abuzz with bees

weeding while watering

On one of my recent days off for Lily Time, a young woman and man came walking by the front garden and the woman called out, “I love your lilies!”  Quite out of character for a recluse, I brought the two of them into the back garden to see the really tall lilies.  Today, the woman (who works at the port) brought me her new puppy to hold.  (At least, I hope it was her, because of my face blindness.)

Annabelle, 8 weeks old, best moment of my day

I admired the Salt Hotel courtyard.

Then I went home because it was the night of the dreaded monthly billing.  I had two big clients and some small ones that I had not even billed for June yet.  It was difficult and took four hours.  Allan went on to water the east end garden bed (the hardest one) and, as always, to make our dinner.




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Thursday, 5 July 2018

at the post office

our post office garden

matchy matchy Asiatic lily (probably ‘Landini’) and a sanguisorba

Depot Restaurant

weeding and watering…

Dierama (Angels’ Fishing Rod) is blooming.

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’, Agastache (‘Blue Boa’, maybe) and Cornus ‘Hedgerows Gold’

Long Beach

Allan string trimming around the welcome sign

back side

We watered the Long Beach planters downtown.

busy tourist town (Allan’s photo)

Cosmos ‘Xanthos’

We will crisscross the street to do the other three planters in a group of four while waiting for a large crowd to move on.  Still, we do end up having to ask people to move so we can water.

Only once years ago did someone get angry and ask me to come back later; I said gently that we were on our way to water all the Ilwaco planters after Long Beach so no, we could not come back later—and she did move.

Sometimes, even though Long Beach is fun, I get tired of the noise and traffic in summer and end up counting off how many planters I have to do before I am done watering.

Sanguisorba ‘Pink Elephant’ persists in a planter even after I decided it was too tall and moved it to Fifth Street Park.

One of the shop workers arrives to work on this. (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Fifth Street Park (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

We tidied up the gardens in Veterans Field for the Friday farmers market.

Brodiaea ‘Queen Fabiola’…and a white one.

Due to sprinkler problems, the monarda looks stressed. I think I don’t want it in this bed anymore. (Sprinkler probably blocked by too many plants—typical of our gardens.)

Port of Ilwaco

We watered some, but not all, of the curbside gardens.

my one pitiful eremerus (Allan’s photo)

by Ilwaco pavilion

A pleasant fellow stopped to ask about santolinas; he liked them.

My favourite bed is still marred by finger blight.

The lavenders may not heal up. Certainly not by the big fireworks show on July 7th.

The santolina will heal…eventually.

Don Nisbett’s signs have been installed!

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ gets the most comments and queries nowadays.

We were tidying because of fireworks show crowds on Saturday and Art Walk on Friday.

This is what a properly pruned santolina looks like.  It will flower later.

This is the only one I forgot to clip!

We got the watering done from David Jensen’s architecture office all the way to Time Enough Books; then I did a walkabout of the Ilwaco planters while Allan watered them.

downtown window

before chickweed removal

after…it lurks beneath though

Diascia ‘Blackthorn Apricot’ (top) is my favourite. I was worried people would not find it bright enough.


Good citizen Ethel was string trimming and then raking along the sidewalk for art walk night.

Ethel’s efforts to beautify the town were a perfect example of action instead of big talk and complaints.

While Allan continued watering the planters, which takes an hour and a half minimum, I watered the boatyard garden.  It used to take us half an hour or forty five minutes to water the planters back when we bucket watered them, before the water trailer.  But we are just no longer up to hauling what was literally 800 pounds of water twice a week.

view from behind the boatyard fence; the shadow is of a boat prow that was above me

While watering, I pulled some horsetail and grass away from the back of the fence.

I was daunted by huge slugs hiding down there.  I had not brought to the far end of the fence my slug disposal tools or a pair of gloves.  I was just pulling with bare hands.  I do hate touching a slug.

Afterwards, I looked at my particularly arthritic finger and for a creepy few moments I felt like it was just going to break right off at the joint.

horrific, depressing old age

I walked down to the other far end of the boatyard and the hose was not there.  (I use a series of hoses that lay around by the faucets…usually.)  I simply could not hobble all the way back to the middle of the other stretch of fence and drag a hose back.  Fortunately, Allan, who has no arthritis that we know of, showed up in the nick of time and watered the south end of the garden while I sat in the van in a state of collapse.  So glad to be home at dusk.




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Friday, 1 June 2018

My own front garden needs weeding again, especially along the edges.

I might not even get the poles repainted till July, if then.

The Depot Restaurant

We went to check on the watering at the Depot.  It felt dry.  While I watered, Allan trimmed the escallonia (that wants to be ten feet high) so it won’t block the Clamshell Railroad history sign.  I shrieked when I saw how far he had cut..into old wood, which will break new growth, but still…right before tourist season.  Chef Michael came out to talk about the sprinklers and said, “Oh Jeez…” and went back inside.  I think this wouldn’t have been cut so low had it not been for now having an electric hedge shearer.

We have had to trim the escallonia weekly to keep it green on top with the sign showing.  Chef Michael feels it protects the corner of the building from bad drivers (not customers! passersby!).  This will certainly hold off the need to trim for awhile.

Allan’s photos show why it had to be done.  We had not had time for the weekly trimming.


Darling Katie came by.

I learned from Chef Michael that the sprinklers may finally get re-done this fall so that they hit the part of the garden that is just inside the logs.

We replaced a strip of lawn with garden years ago but the sprinkler pattern remained the same, only hitting the back two thirds of the garden.

The back of the garden does get automatically watered.

Roxanne’s window boxes did get sad…

…but not as bad as it looked like last night at dinnertime.  I cut back the sad plants.

Basket Case Greenhouse

We zoomed up to the Basket Case because they had some new agastaches: Kudo’s Coral and Purple Haze.  I had to have them.

At the Basket Case

Long Beach

We watered the planters, taking half each.  I did not have a happy time because my hose was spewing water.

I got drenched.  Not quite like this:

on Deadliest Catch

But it was still darned annoying, especially since I was using the hose end fertilizer sprayer and sometimes did not have enough pressure to make it work.

I bought myself one delicious little Korean banh mi taco to help me get through the trauma.

from Streetside Taco

my view while eating

Allan bucket watered the Fish Alley barrels.

Allan’s photo

He said two days later that carrying water buckets is why his right shoulder is so sore.

We still have alliums in planters! (Allan’s photo)

In Fifth Street Park, when Allan and I reunited and the miserable watering was done, I fretted that this bit of garden seems to not be getting water.

I do not like the red bark that got applied here.

I do like this bright pink California poppies.  Even though Tony thinks they should just be the traditional orange. 😉

View from in the vehicle before we moved to another parking spot:

I liked the way the planter in front of us looked.  Orange Calif. poppies.

Last time we worked in LB, some nice tourists asked me, “What are those shrubs?” pointing to the pink rhododendrons:

First time I have been asked to ID rhodies.  The tourists were from Salt Lake City.  They were pleased when I recommended a few of my favourite places for food and touring: Captain Bob’s Chowder, Salt Pub, Shelburne Pub, Depot Restaurant, Oysterville walking tour, the lighthouses at Cape Disappointment, Ilwaco Saturday Market.

We continued hose watering out on the Sid Snyder approach.  Allan took the bad hose.

a Sid Snyder Drive planter

For anyone who wonders who Sid was, here you go.  He was a well loved citizen.

Sid Snyder Drive, also known here as the Sid Snyder beach approach, as it ends at the beach.

thirsty Geranium on the Sid approach (Allan’s photo)

Someone plucked a sea thrift, and I do not think it was a deer. (Allan’s photo)

On the way south, we checked on the welcome sign planter.  It is still dull.  Cosmos and agyranthemum are not blooming yet, nor is Geranium ‘Rozanne’.

Shelburne Hotel

We watered.  The art walk in Ilwaco was going on during this time.

wisteria by the pub deck

We will be pruning this after it blooms.  By which I mean Allan will.


Art walk was over when we got to Ilwaco. We watered the plants transplanted from the port office.

Allan’s photo

lavender was unhappy, had to be sheared (Allan’s photo)

The shaved ice truck arrived for tomorrow’s Saturday Market.

Allan’s photos

I watered the boatyard from behind the fence.

ceanothus from behind

the wild and the relatively tame

in the boatyard

Halmiocistus wintonensis

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

Usually, I would weed after watering till Allan came back to get me.  This evening, I lacked all energy for that, and it still looked pretty good after the last weeding.  So I walked home along the meander line.

looking north from the boatyard gate

and south

crossing the parking lot of fish hauling trucks

a look back

I angled over to the meander line road.

looking west; it ends at the boatyard


looking east, a block of assorted items….

crab pots

looking west behind me

I want this so much, on a raised foundation, as a garden shed!

emerging to the old boat storage yard

looking south; the green building is the Freedom Market, where our Howerton Way gardens begin.

boats by a repair shop of some kind

poor old Warrior of the Seas; how did you end up here?

other side of road

past the boat storage yard, looking east to Grays Harbor College (brown building)

old Kola boat buildings, being refurbished

I thought I would walk up Myrtle to Lake.

Maybe not.

We don’t know each other. (telephoto)

So I walked around to the field alongside the meander line, toward the bogsy wood.

The path from the field to the woods was gone.  I pushed through…

The meander line bog is all dried up.  Poor frogs.

And the path through the Nora House meadow was also almost gone.  Allan has not had time to mow it.

home at last!

in my own little paradise

by the front driveway

I went indoors with an explosive attack of hay fever sneezing from the long grass and completely changed clothes to get away from the pollen.

A nine hour day for me, and longer for Allan.

in one of the Ilwaco planters, a dark sedum (Allan’s photo)

He got home at dusk after also watering our volunteer gardens at the fire station and the post office.









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