Posts Tagged ‘Ilwaco boatyard garden’

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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Thursday, 31 May 2018

I was so hoping to get a full afternoon at the Shelburne Hotel garden today, to give it a thorough weeding and de-bad-astering (the removal of annoying running asters).

We began in Ilwaco at

Mike’s garden

a path needing raking

better (Allan’s photos)

Port of Ilwaco

We then watered more of the curbside gardens on Howerton.

deer are eating the columbines (Allan’s photo)

I’ve managed to get a few things to grow along with the roses in the Freedom Market parking lot garden.

Libertia (Allan’s photo)

Ilwaco boatyard

We had to do a weeding session all along the boatyard garden because on Friday night, there would be an art walk featuring businesses and galleries from downtown to the port.

I made a friend through the fence.

Allan did some string trimming and some digging by the fence along the inside.


Folks were working on their boats.

Allan’s photo

In the garden:

Allan’s photos:

Allium christophii and lavender

baby cosmos

poppies and lupines

Geranium ‘Rozanne’

my photos:

I stuck a lot of artemisia cuttings, many of which took, so will have way more of the silver texture when the little ones start growing.

reseeded nigella (love in a mist)

Boatyard foreman Mark told me that he had caught a woman (who had a red Ford pick up truck) with a milk crate full of flowers AND an arm load of flowers.  She was picking early in the morning when he arrived. She was told to STOP PICKING and she then claimed she had gotten them all from inside of the fence…not possible! And still off limits.  I want every flower to be there for everyone who passes by.

I have spent a lot of time at the boatyard lately thinking of The Little Red Hen, a story my grandma loved.  The little red hen asked for help planting wheat, watering it, harvesting it, processing it, and baking bread.  She got no help at all until the delicious aroma of the bread got her lazy “friends” to say they would help eat it.  But no, they did not get to “help” at that point; she and her chicks ate all the bread themselves.

I’ve noticed that all these flower pickers never offer to help weed or water.  They just feel entitled to the results.

I also thought of a friend of Rhone Street Gardens who had commented on a Facebook post that he felt that horsetail was another “textural element” in a garden.  I hope so, because we left quite a lot of it behind.

A brief stop at home revealed Skooter in the garden.

Allan’s photo

I was anxious to get to the Shelburne, but before we could get out of Ilwaco, I got a call from the port.  The port manager had emailed me two days before and I had not seen it.  (Text me!)  The garden on the south side of the port office had to be undone because the south wall is going to be rebuilt.

We hared over there, and were able to salvage quite a few plants. I did not even try to save the big old lavenders that would not transplant well at any time of year.

I cut the allium flowers for a bouquet which may or may not last, and saved the bulbs to go back in.

2:45 PM

3:28 PM

Some of the plants went into pots that we had brought from home, on the deck of the business next door.

Allan’s photo

The rest went to the curbside garden by the Port Pavilion.

before; the area where a mugo pine had come out still needed plants.

after; it was all rather fortuitous (Allan’s photos)

4:14 PM: Jenna stops by to admire the plants

We had another brief stop at home, during which we had a quick chat with our new neighbour.

Allan’s photo

Shelburne Hotel

Finally, we got to the Shelburne, not for a lovely long afternoon but only a short time of hurried weeding.  I asked Allan to reveal the Melianthus major by the pub deck.



If I had known I would not be able to find an Antenow’s Blue melianthus, this one would have gone in the front garden (where I now have a little baby one from my own garden).

callas with a rhododendron flower

A woman was crouched taking a photo of this Agastache ‘Cotton Candy’.

That is the kind of plant appreciation that I like to see.

Ilwaco again

I went home to start the tedious task of the the monthly billing.  Three hours later, I was still at it.  Meanwhile, Allan had watered the easternmost curbside garden at the port, completing the whole stretch of beds that we have watered over the course of the week.  If we don’t get some rain, it will be the same next week.

the CoHo Charters lava landscape got watered, too.

I’m slowly infiltrating it with some new plants.

watering till dusk….

An eight hour day for me, followed by three hours of spread sheets, and a ten hour day for Allan, followed by making dinner.  If he did not make dinner every night, there would be no blog writing time for me.




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Tuesday, 22 May 2018

post office garden

On the way to work, we saw a darling truck at the gas station.

The rocks are made of foam.

a stage comes down at the back

Shelburne Hotel

We watered.  I longed for a day to just weed and edit the garden here.  Maybe Thursday.

watering in the back garden (Allan’s photo)

snowball viburnum in back garden (Allan’s photo)

I did manage to pull the mildewed forget me nots.

looking south from the north end

Long Beach

Allan did the first watering of the street tree pocket gardens, which always required some digging out of the underground quick connect hose connections, and I did most of the 37 planters.

Allan’s photo

Allan did the bucket watering of the four planters in Fish Alley. (Armeria maritima)

digging mud out of the water connection hole (Allan’s photos)

time consuming

We crossed paths but on opposite sides of the street.

Nepeta ‘Walkers Low’ catmint (Allan’s photo)

I am thrilled that most of my alliums are still here.

found a rock

love the way this heuchera is spreading


Stopped off at home to get the water trailer.  The fremontodendron shows how miserably hard the cold wind was blowing.

I almost postponed my part of the watering until I remembered that tonight is Deadliest Catch. It would be embarrassing to have been a weather wimp and then watch hard working crab fishermen from my comfy chair.

Allan hooked up the water trailer and, while he filled it at the boatyard, I began watering the boatyard garden.  The north wind had been 20 mph and ever so cold all day.  I was lucky that the faucets down the inside of the fence all had hoses hooked up, and none of the hoses were pulled up into boats.

watering through the obstacle course from inside the fence

One feels small under the big boats.

cold; I had changed into winter clothes

a curbside poppy

boat guy working

deer are eating the columbines


Sadly, I had to trim the Stipa that was hanging over the sidewalk.


after (there is a difference)

The low sunlight made it hard to see the weeds, and the wind was pushing me around like a bully.  I managed to weed a bit along the back of the fence where the wind was less strong.

It takes Allan an hour and a half or more to water the Ilwaco route (depending on how well the pump and hose behave).  I was awfully glad when he was done so that we could go home.


Allan’s photos while watering the planters and street trees:

at the north end of the boatyard

sign going up on a new café

in the window of Wendi’s Attic

setting sun

one of the planters

While watering the post office garden, Allan saw this hole…

and thought a plant had been stolen.  It was just where I had yanked a diseased agastache that I had thought would look so good there….

view from behind the Stipa gigantea

and from the front

Allium christophii

Allium bulgaricum and Dutch iris

AKA Nectroscordum siculum

and aquilegia (columbine)

Another nine hour day.

Deadliest Catch featured an arctic hurricane. I was glad I had not let winds of maybe 25 mph stop me from watering.

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Saturday, 28 April 2018

I was still sick; Allan felt better because he got this thing sooner and so is further on the road to recovery.  He decided to go weeding in the afternoon.  First came a lady bug rescue from a water bucket:

Ilwaco Community Building

so much heather, now with flowers browning off, and lots of deadheading to do

Tulipa batalinii ‘Bronze Charm’

along the sidewalk

the tiered garden, rather dull at the moment with the narcissi and tulips over

Ilwaco Boatyard Garden

I had just heard, on video, Monty Don (Gardeners’ World) talking about how fertile soil will produce quantities of weeds all of a sudden in spring.  Yep.

lots of poppy and limnanthes seedlings

after weeding



yay, an Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

See the holly leaf above, upper left? They lie in wait, after blowing in from a holly hedge across the street to the north.

sweet peas up along the fence!

and horsetail; weeding must be precise.

sweet peas and lilies


In the time he stopped, Allan got about one sixth of the garden done.  He had acquired some quick energy at the local market:

a good start

There are no sort of “You are here” type of photos today.  So see below. The narrow boatyard garden runs along 1st Ave S.

Meanwhile, at home:

These books had come, recommended to me in The Bad Tempered Gardener by Anne Wareham.

I have a few non-gardening books out of the library which may have to be returned and reordered later.

I have started a trilogy of memoirs by Alan Titchmarsh (former host of my favourite show, Ground Force and of Gardeners’ World).

I did finish the first one today.

His writing style reminds me of that of my Leedsman ex-spouse.  It must be a northern thing. I appreciate that Mr. Titchmarsh shares some of his insecurity, which surprised me:

Alan Titchmarsh in Nobbut a Lad

I then indulged in several more online episodes of Gardeners’ World with Monty Don, mostly from 2015.

This is heaven.

From the gardener at Windy Hall: “It shouldn’t look like you’ve worked it.  Let the plants tell you the story.  Let the mosses tell you the story.”  Here is the garden tour segment.

I failed to note the name of the garden below.  Google tells me it is called Dragon’s Glen. It is spectacular. View it right here.

Why can we not have garden shows that so carefully and thoroughly go on tours of gobsmacking gardens?

Frosty and Nigel

Some notes:

Pea sticks!  I had forgotten about using pea sticks (cut branches, I used to use the ones from my pear tree in Seattle) to make a support for vines.

Indian runner ducks eat slugs and don’t scratch about like chickens do.

Aquatic baskets for planting in ponds!  Holes give water circulation so you don’t get stinky soil.

I love Monty Don ever so much.  He says, “On earth, we each only occupy a small amount of space and not for very long.”   And “I’ve written at great length about how gardening has helped me with depression simply through the process of looking after plants.”

I also read, later in the evening, that he is a self taught gardener, as are many whom I admire (including Rosemary Verey, I believe).  At age 53, ten years ago (he’s just my age!) he had a minor stroke.  I find it deeply comforting that he was later able to return to hosting Gardeners’ World.  In his absence, the show had catered more to beginning gardeners and angered loyal viewers, who felt that the new focus on gardening for beginners represented a dumbing down of the content…….the BBC acknowledged that the show needed to change and announced a return to “proper, grown-up gardening”.    More here.

At bedtime, I began to re-read another Titchmarsh memoir, Trowel and Error.  Tomorrow, unless we have torrential rain, I have no choice but to go back to work.   With big annual parades in both Long Beach and Ilwaco, there is much to do between now and next weekend, and there is no back up plan and no substitute gardeners to be had.




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Friday, 16 March 2018

On the way out of Ilwaco, we dropped off and picked up books at the library.  Now I have an even bigger pile of books to read, which is problematical at this time of year.

Ilwaco Community Building

Community building garden with Ocean Beach Hospital and a salal I want to get rid of this year.

Supposing we do manage to dig out that tatty salal, what should we put in that triangular corner instead?  I am thinking.  The sidewalk is narrow and peculiarly designed there.

We began with a quick visit to the Basket Case Greenhouse, to give Roxanne some seeds to try growing for me.  If she succeeds, she will have some Eryngium giganteum ‘Miss Wilmott’s Ghost’ for sale eventually!

Two seedy characters (Roxanne and me)

Right now, the Basket Case has the excellent Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’.

The leaves of Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’ eventually revert to green. So it’s worth refreshing with a new plant every couple of years.

Peninsula Landscape Supply

Our first work destination was the acquisition of some Soil Energy mulch.

When we drove in, I had a brief wave of anxiety because the bins looked empty and I had not called to confirm that Soil Energy was in stock.

When we pulled up closer, I was relieved to see enough for us.

The fish of Peninsula Landscape Supply

The Depot Restaurant…

…was our mulching destination.

Before: I wanted to improve this tight and rooty bed and to plant a start of Tetrapanax.  Chef Michael wants tall things in here.  I tried to transplant a start of Tetrapanax last year to no avail.

Allan’s photo, south side of dining deck


We used the remainder of the mulch on the north side of the dining deck.

filling in along the edge

Allan’s photo

We were making good time, so we went to the city works yard in…

Long Beach

….and filled all our buckets from the city pile of Soil Energy, enough to mulch the arc garden at the Veterans Field flag pavilion.

Driving to city works, I had seen two sets of narcissi that needed deadheading, the first by the Coastal Inn and Suites.  We took care of that and noticed that the inn now has a tulip bed.

Very nice; we hope the deer don’t eat them.

Allan’s photo

Next, we deadheaded the tree garden in front of Abbracci Coffee Bar.

Allan’s photo

Feeling weary after the usual night of semi-insomnia (and dreams when asleep about the film Ethel and Ernest, now one of my favourite films of all time), I had a craving for coffee and a Pink Poppy Bakery treat.  Just as we finished deadheading, the closed sign went up in the door of the coffee bar.  Dang it! It was already three thirty.

I guess it was just as well, because it gave us time to get more done; we went through the Great Escape Coffee Drive Through instead.

The Shelburne Hotel

Our visit to the Shelburne garden was a quick one, just long enough to plant some Eryngium and Dierama seedlings and a bit of variegated saxifrage.

The epimedium whose leaves (some of them) I cut back in the rain a couple of weeks ago is blooming.  The flowers would not show if the leaves were all still there.

Remember the hellebore whose flower got broken off to many cries of woe (and blame)?  It made a new flower.

Allan’s vindicating photo

I made a fun photo of the Shelburne with the Popsicolor app last night:

Popsicolor: Double Mint, Natural Focus, Top to Bottom Gradient, Inked: India Ink, Enhanced

Ilwaco boatyard garden

We tackled the last of the targeted (by us) clumps of the Pennisetum macrourum, where we had run out of time yesterday.

Allan’s photo, before…the horror

I went over the last area he had dug and picked over yesterday, and had not had time to finish.  There were so many deep roots, I despaired of winning.  But humans WILL WIN this battle.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo: But what lurks beneath?


looking north (the steam is from a boat engine that just got put in the water)


We had a look in the boatyard:

Right above the High Hope, to the left of the Starwest, is the spruce tree in the lower part of our old garden.

At home, Allan decided he had time to mow our lawn, and I unloaded and piled roots of the pennisetum for future wheelie bin disposal (it’s full now) until I ran out of steam, and then erased “mulch Depot” from the work board.

Skooter was sleeping on my go bag again.

Tomorrow, Saturday the 17th, is my birthday—not a big important one, just age 63, but worth a day off and (I hope) some garden accomplishments at home.





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Thursday, 15 March 2018

When woken up for work from a deep sleep, I was not happy to find wind and rain.  It had been nice enough when Allan decided work was a go; soon after I awoke from not enough sleep, the rain began.  All the weather apps told us that now it would rain until three…after Allan had the trailer all hooked up and ready to go.

I decided to accomplish one thing, I hoped, from the indoor task list: find my passport!  I went through two baskets and a box of papers and in the third place, I succeeded.  We can’t skip the country till we get our passports renewed, so I cannot erase “Passports” from the work board yet.  I need to follow through with renewing it in case someone gives us tickets to the UK.

I found in one of the baskets of paper an old article (1997 or so) from the Chinook Observer about when I first created the boatyard garden.  (I did not save the photo, which was taken by a kneeling photographer from below, not a flattering angle.)  Well behaved ornamental grasses were the ones I planted back then, including my favourite, Stipa gigantea.

After the passport triumph, I read the first chapter in an interlibrary loan book, an autobiography of Nina Bawden, an author I love.

I found a passage that spoke to me, about Nina’s mother at the village fair and a boy who had a bad case of unrequited desire:

Back then, a thousand pounds was a great deal of money.

The story speaks to me because I had an almost identical experience at age 18, although it did not include a marriage proposal.  I had broken up with one boyfriend for another (a regrettable one, but that is another story).  Former boyfriend  was supposedly teaching me to drive when he pulled a handgun and said he was going to kill himself and the new boyfriend.  (I don’t remember myself being on the list.)  I said he had the deaths in the wrong order and asked where he had gotten the gun. When he replied that it was his father’s, I said he had better put it in the trunk of the car because if the cops came to check on our parked car, he would be in big trouble and his dad would be furious.  He got out and put it in the trunk.  (And the driving lesson ended.)  A therapist later believed that this was why I never learned to drive.  I do not think so; I was truly a naturally terrible driver.

Calvin was not best pleased when Skooter decided to join us in the reading chair.

Finally, at three o clock, the sun came out.

I had three nicely rooted starts of santolina to plant at the post office, ones I had found at the boatyard from sideways stems that had gotten buried when we mulched there last fall.  When I went to plant them, I found to my delight that little santolina cuttings I stuck in are doing well, so I will save my three santolinas for the silver-grey garden that I want to make at home, my grey and tabby cat memorial garden.  The post office garden was again not going to get weeded before the quilt show, unless we got done with the boatyard garden in time.

Ilwaco boatyard garden

looking north when we arrived

and looking south (the steam is from a boat engine that just got put in the water)

We returned to where we had left off at the south end.  The tatty old lavender from yesterday had come out…

old lavender where pennisetum had been trimmed

Allan dug  out the equally old and woody green santolina….

and started in on the patch of Pennisetum macrourum which has decided to become a delinquent instead of the well behaved plant that it was for years.

Below: We got to meet a sweet and shy dog named Hershey, who wagged and wagged and would not quite let herself be petted even though she wanted to.

shy Hershey

I was not very successful when I tried digging the pennisetum, and quite unsuccessful at shearing them (because sometimes my right hand feels arthritis-y, and it is a tough grass to cut).  Fortunately for me, there was plenty of weeding and santolina clipping in between my grass digging.  Allan did the brunt of the digging and shearing.  Two enormous clumps got removed, and the roots came home with us to go in the garbage.  (Some are waiting in a tarp because the garbage is full.  They are yours if you want them.)

Local fisherman John came by toward the end of our day.  I should have asked him how often he has worked in rain and wind in the Bering Sea.

John and Ernie

Good dog Ernie (Allan’s photo)

We got the weeding done, all the grasses sheared, and will dig up one more really big clump some other time.  Doing so is not part of the official spring clean up.

That big messy clump is next to go.

Allan’s photo

end of workday, looking south

At home:

Spring clean up is done and off the board!

I am thrilled that we have this to watch tonight, after Rachel Maddow.

Later: It is perfection. Thanks to Lynn of CinefilesComic for telling me about it.

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