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Thursday, 31 August 2017

We’d had some more drizzle, enough to make small puddles in the street.

While pleasing, it was not enough to saturate the soil in any of the gardens or planters.  Just enough for a little light refreshment.

Post Office garden, still dry

in the post office planter, “two bugs”  (Allan’s photo)

Long Beach

strimmer touch up after deadheading (front)

In the back of the sign, you can see that Geranium ‘Orion’ is just a green mound, while Rozanne is still blooming determinedly.

Allan and I parted ways to water the 37 Pacific Way planters, with him going south and me going north.

still my favourite planter

another good one

Santolina, Oregano ‘Hopley’s Purple’, Geranium Rozanne’

I love the angularity of ‘Hopley’s Purple’ oregano.

It occurred to me that I can take starts of Hopley’s Purple in the fall and put it in some other planters, as well.  The only other place I have it is in the boatyard.

Allan has been keeping the monument circle just to the north in Coulter Park well weeded.  It does not get enough water to be lush toward the front.

Coulter Park

The Coulters. I should have pulled the Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’, lower left!

As I walked and watering going south, I suddenly thought I should photograph all the planters, favourites and otherwise, from across the street, once a month, on one of the days when Allan waters trees and I water almost all the planters.  Next Monday is my last chance to do so before they get vigorously Sat Upon during Rod Run weekend.  But Monday will be Labor Day with lots of traffic between me and the other side of the street.  I will try.  Meanwhile, here are some from the north end of town today.

The one by the Elks

by Cottage Bakery

by Funland

Police Station, with city crew member on the endless garbage pick up detail

Lewis and Clark Square

It was my job today to water the four containers in Fish Alley.  Because I was tired, I decided to get water from a secret place at the back of the alley. (I’m allowed to).  But no!  A hose was going from it up into an apartment, above.


It is a long water bucket schlep from the front of the alley to the back.

Recently while I was thinking about the impermanence of life, the lyrics of a sixties song ran through my mind repeatedly: “Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future.”  One reason impermanence was on my mind was because of reading Julie Goyder’s excellent blog, which I have followed for a few years, and in which she wrote about how her darling husband had just passed on from Parkinson’s disease.  (If you are experiencing the dementia of a loved one, go back and read the last two years of her blog.) A less serious reason for thinking about time was my usual pondering about the enticement of retirement dreams vs. my reluctance to ever give up doing the Long Beach planters.  Today, the spookiest thing happened.  A car drove by and from its windows came just one snatch of song: “Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future.”

Cue Twilight Zone theme.  Later, I looked up all of the lyrics and found them good:

Feed the babies
Who don’t have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin’ in the street
Oh, oh, there’s a solution

I could forgive the Steve Miller Band for having created The Joker, perhaps my least favourite pop song of all time.

As soon as Slow Drag is over, I want to find time to redo this planter:

So tired of the boring Geranium ‘Johnson’s Blue’, once planted by a volunteer.

I’ve tried weeding the geranium out, but it came back.  All the soil must be removed to make the re-do a success.  It is near the Long Beach gazebo and thus in a prime spot.  No point in doing it before the Sitting Upon of Rod Run.

Allan’s walkabout photos:

hesperantha starting to flower

I walked to meet up with Allan for weeding Veterans Field gardens.

corner garden, time to prune down the monarda

after; I hope it blooms some more.  Allan is finishing up.

Cosmos ‘Double Click’

another Cosmos ‘Double Click’

and a pinky white one

white cleome (Allan’s photo)  in Fifth Street Park

We finished downtown by deadheading and weeding in Fifth Street park where I pondered whether or not a large miscanthus just looks silly.

There used to be more than one till that walkway was put in.  It does echo the lovely line of Miscanthus on the other side of the park, shown below from a few weeks back:

How important is it to have that echo?

As I was deadheading, a friend hailed me and there was MaryBeth just finishing a cup of chowder from Captain Bob’s.  She said she was on her way to my garden to deliver some urns (and take herself on a tour).  I was bemoaning the shortness of the cosmos and wondering why: Are the sprinklers not working well? Did the garden need more fertilizer? Every sort of plant from pineapple sage to catmint to helianthus is shorter this year. MaryBeth made me feel better by saying that there was lots of interest in the garden bed.

short but “lots of interest”

I had been craving some of the tiny tacos from Streetside Taco and for once, our passing by there coincided with them being open.  (Why don’t I just stop for a taco while watering? I just don’t.  It has to be during a clear break between tasks.)

at Seventh and Pacific

view from the picnic table

Bahn Mi taco, spicy Korean taco, Hawaiian style taco

planter across the street

Revitalized, we went on to water the planters on Sid Snyder Drive.

Horses at West Coast Rides were having an afternoon snack.

Allan’s photo

westernmost planter (Allan’s photo)

gazania in the westernmost planter (Allan’s photo)

We finished up Long Beach at the World Kite Museum.


I watered the boatyard and did a bit more weeding there.  Now it is pretty much spiffing for the Friday evening Art Walk.  Perhaps some folks will stroll by.  I did not get a sign done to say that “Gardening is the Slowest of the Performing Arts.”  Awhile back I told Jenna I thought my garden should be on a midsummer art walk and she said she could have some sort of art event in the garden.  I know what that means: Mermaids!  Maybe next year!

filling the water tank to water planters. Two hoses saved five minutes on the fill even though it’s off the same line. (Allan’s photo)

I did not have the delightful hose experience of the last two times, when hoses were readily accessible.  This time, the middle one went up into a boat…


And the end one went up into a boat.

And again, NOOOOOO.

This resulted in much dragging of hose along the chunky gravel that hurts my heel.  I was not done watering when Allan arrived so he helped me finish up.

Allan’s photo

sweet peas almost to the top of the fence (by where a hose faucet leaks when turned on)

Other than the during the hose dragging, I am pleased to report that my heel did not hurt much today. I credit the sleeping brace that a kind local person gave me.

I arrived home to find three urns from MaryBeth.

I tucked the glass one into a safe spot for now.

I will have to give some serious thought to a good spot for the two matching black ones.  They need to frame something.  I hope to figure it out sometime this weekend when I do plan to get some gardening done at home….followed (if the wildfire smoke is not too thick) by a day trip to tour an inland garden.

I was delighted that the drizzle had filled two water barrels.

even the hard to fill one

I was not delighted to spend the evening doing the monthly billing.  Always a sense of accomplishment when it is done.







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Thursday, 17 August 2017

The workday began with optimism that we could get everything done in order to get Friday off to relax and to blog about Tuesday’s day trip.  The pressure was low; if the work spilled over on to Friday, that would not be a problem.

First thing: Delivering flowers to Don Nisbett Gallery, for Jenna to take to their guest condo, in which she is hosting a bevy of mermaids over the weekend.

Long Beach

I often remember the deadheading of the welcome sign just as we are about to drive past it.

deadheading cosmos

Allan looked over the top of the sign for this one.

front side.

back side with Allan trimming the tatty Geranium ‘Orion’, which will be replaced with Rozanne (like the one at right) this fall.

I had intended to water the Long Beach planters first and then see how much time was left for the beach approach garden.  Then, in order to dump our debris while the city works lot is open (to save having to wrestle with the big gate), I decided we should weed the beach approach and its planters first.  Kite Festival starts Monday so we want it to look good.

Someone had left this rock in a planter.

This week, someone had added a plant to the Lisa Bonney memorial planter instead of taking plants away.

This pansy is new. Thank you.

I got to pet three lovely bassets.

Later, we saw in town a license plate that read AGLBST.  It came to me that it meant Agility Basset, i.e. dogs who compete in agility courses.  I bet those bassets belonged to that car.  If you want to watch an unusual breed of dog compete in agility, have a look at this video featuring my cousin’s St Bernard.  I imagine bassets would also be endearing to watch.

Our friend John and his darling dog, Tippi, stopped to visit.

Someone had helped themselves to one of my circle of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’.

rather a large amount of trash, neatly boxed.

note to self: just remove these old bearded iris from this planter in fall. Planted by a volunteer years ago, they do not do well.

I’m pleased there will still be rugosa roses blooming during Kite Festival.

We then weeded and deadheaded Veterans Field.

Allan also weeded the little park behind Lewis and Clark Square, which is heavy on crocosmias, including the small red ones to the left.

Because a biggish event, Jazz and Oysters, will be at Vet Field this weekend, I suddenly got the notion to apply mulch to the corner garden in order to fluff it up.  We were shockingly short on buckets. They have made their way from the work trailer into the garden at home.  Fortunately, I was able to find a stack of buckets at city works to borrow.

adding mulch at Veterans Field

We then took another buckets-load of mulch out to a couple of low areas on the beach approach garden.

second load of assorted scavenged buckets (Allan’s photo)

The beach approach now looks relatively spiffing for Kite Festival.

Done with mulching at the beach approach, too tired to go back for an after photo.

It was close to four o clock when we started watering the main street planters.  We skipped watering the street trees this week because of last Saturday’s rain.  We might regret that.

My walkabout photos:

Gladiolus papilio and still blooming pink oenothera

a couple of gladiolus, saved from volunteer days in the planter we re-did this spring.

I don’t really liked the regular old glads in a planter because they look clunky when deadheaded.  There are some in the Ilwaco planters that someone else must have put in, because I didn’t.

Allan’s walkabout photos:

Fuchsia, probably Golden Gate

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and cosmos

Salvia viridis (painted sage)

Just when I felt everything was going swimmingly and we’d have no problem getting Ilwaco watered as well, I remembered that we had to water the seven planters along the Sid Snyder Drive beach approach.  We split up to each water, me the east end and Allan the west end.

on Sid Snyder approach

AND we had better check up on the Kite Museum because…Kite Festival is coming.  (How could I almost have forgotten that after that kite festival painted rock?)

My heel was plaguing me as I dragged myself and my sore foot over there from my last planter.

World Kite Museum

Our new planters look good. Note the little blue painted rock.

penstemon has gone a bit flopsy

I just need those plants to stay perfectly beautiful for ten more days!

By now, it was after six.  Allan rejoined me and said he had the energy still to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters.  In order to get Friday off, I was determined to match that energy and get the boatyard watered and at least slightly deadheaded and weeded.


Allan untangled and set up our long hose for me.  I was feeling punchy, my dogs were barking, and I was utterly determined to get this done.

watering south of the gate

boatyard work (Allan’s photo)

By the time I had the south stretch of garden watered, a breeze had come up and I wished I had my sweatshirt.  I could see Allan at the very far end of the block with his water truck.  It was simply too far to go.

Allan is way down at the end of the chain link fence.

Things took a turn for the better when I found two hoses hooked up on the inside of the fence halfway and two thirds of the way down…and they were just lying ready for me instead of being hoisted up with the nozzle end going into a boat.

This broken down patched old hose was a beautiful sight to me…

As was the hose at the far end.

I was so happy about the hoses that I swear my heel hurt less. I also realized that all day while working, in the back of my mind this chant was running over and over: No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA.  Clearly the news is always weighing on my thoughts.

viewing the garden from the inside, sweet pea success

It is frustrating to see deadheads from inside of the fence.

note to self: divide and make maybe two more clumps of this vigorous perennial sunflower (some sort of helianthus)

Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’ on both sides of the fence. I cut it back hard in early spring.

From whence did this boatyard buddleia volunteer blow in?  It’s a noxious weed.  I had mercy.

a boat with bikes on board

I had time to go to the outside of the fence and get some of the deadheads I had seen.

looking south

It was getting dark-ish when I found a broken bottle in the garden.  This photo below is to remind me of where it was, because I know there is still sharp glass there.

Note to self: Be careful next time.

Parts of the garden look bad with scrimmy horsetail no longer hidden by annual poppies.  I did not have time to deal with all of it.

a particularly sad spot

Other parts made me happy with beauty and interest.

I must stick more cuttings of the artemisia in the ground this fall. I do love it so.

This was my favourite spot today.

cosmos, looking lush but not many blooms yet

I keep thinking that when the last summer art walks roll around  (September 1), I should put up a sign at the boatyard reading “Gardening is the Slowest of the Performing Arts.”  I doubt I will have the energy to make that happen.

Meanwhile, Allan had the planters done.

watering planters till sunset

the one remaining big Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’

Someone had sat on and smashed flat part of this planter.

Allan rejoined me just as it was almost too dark to see.  When he parked the water trailer at home, he found this hitchhiker.

My damnable right heel was plaguing me severely for the rest of the evening.  I wondered if it makes any sense at all to push so hard on a ten hour day just to get an extra day off.  And yet I do love a three day weekend.

Lest you feel achy with sympathy, I can report as I write this that I  experienced almost no foot pain on the two days off that followed, during which I only did some light watering at home, a tiny bit of planting, and a lot of news reading and blogging.  Allan’s much more interesting Saturday boat excursion will be tomorrow’s post.





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Wednesday, 9 August 2017

We checked on the J’s hydrangeas across the street.  I admired my sweet peas on the fence, one of only three sweet pea successes for me this year.  (The others are the Ilwaco boatyard garden and the Anchorage Cottages.)


J’s sweet peas


inside the fence

We watered at the Depot Restaurant and I completely forgot to take a photo. I think that’s a first.  I blame thinking too much about my sore heel.  The lilies still looked fine and the Persicaria ‘Firetail’ was in full bloom.

On the way to the Red Barn, I got a photo that I’d wanted last week of an attractive Seaview garden corner.



As you can see, we had lovely, cool, grey weather.  If some of the greyness was from smoke, it did not smell of smoke our make our eyes burn.

The Red Barn

Allan watered and deadheaded and photographed.


Red Barn garden






Diane’s garden

I deadheaded and fertilized the containers and tidied the corner garden.

I finally decided the fireweed (known in the UK as rosebay willowherb) had to be pulled from alongside the road, before it goes to seed throughout the garden.





The cloud of blue is the best Perovskia (Russian Sage) I’ve ever grown and it comes back every year with increased vigor.


Holly was on the porch.


Stargazer lilies blooming in the container garden

Klipsan Beach Cottages

We did the usual tidying.


looking in the east gate


in the fenced garden (under the Tetrapanax ‘Steroidal Giant’)


looking up from the bench


Here you can see the bench under the Tetrapanax





lilies and veronicastrum


Persicaria ‘Golden Arrow’


This lily has been blooming for three weeks.


Cosmos ‘Seashells’

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Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ (Allan’s photo)


Allan saw a mother and kit raccoon outside the fence at the woodsy end of the garden.  They hissed.


Allan’s photo

Long Beach

We headed south to Long Beach and got a head start on tomorrow (Long Beach day again) by weeding Veterans Field gardens.


flag pavilion garden with Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’



blue provided by eryngiums (Allan’s photo)

I was pleased when the woman from across the street walked by and said how much she likes the little corner garden.  I had been thinking it still looked pretty tatty after the front of it was run through by someone (human or dog) much earlier this season.



‘Jackmans Blue’ rue, eryngiums, drumstick alliums in the corner garden (Allan’s photo)

We watered the Sid Snyder planters.  The folks at one of the two horse ride establishments said to me, “You’re the only one we’ve ever seen watering these planters.”   Yep, I said, it is only me (or Allan.)


Horses and dogs were done for the day and being loaded into their truck and trailer.


the westernmost planter (Allan’s photo)


We checked on the kite museum garden.


Patty said they had been getting lots of compliments on the new look.

Here is a before photo, showing it looking pretty tidy because we had just string trimmed it.  The hedge to the left was made of tatty old hebes.  Ed Strange (Strange Landscaping) did the river rock work.




Ilwaco Boatyard Garden

We finished with what I thought would be a short session but turned out to be about an hour and a half of weeding at the boatyard.  As the annual poppies get removed, the garden is looking more architectural.


looking south


looking north


stems of Stipa gigantea (Allan’s photo)


flowers of Stipa gigantea (Allan’s photo)


must have more lilies next year

If there is a next year for gardens….I have been trying to appreciate every flower and garden moment more than ever with the possibility lurking of a nuclear winter, thanks to the blustering uncontrolled president…of this country.


boat work (Allan’s photo)


cute boatyard dog (Allan’s photo)


a sleek metal boat with headlights


local fisherman and his very good friend Ernie

When I got home, I was pleased to find Smokey and Calvin snoozing together again.


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Thursday, 3 August 2017


Ilwaco Post Office garden

I realized that the tall lilies are getting pulled down by a rather pretty and pretty annoying perennial sweet pea vine that volunteered in this garden.  I waited too long to try to eliminate it and now am stuck with this look.  I’d break the lilies if I fought with the vine now.


Rudbeckias donated by Our Kathleen


I’d like to have balls of silver santolina running all across the front.  But I have no budget, and no one has good ones for sale at the moment.  I will stick in more cuttings this fall.

Long Beach

We weeded Veterans Field gardens.  The Jake the Alligator Man birthday party event will be there this weekend, with lots of bands and some “Bride of Jake” contestants.  I won’t be going because, great though the event is, for me it can’t compete with a day off at home.


Just before heading to the main street to water…


Today, we decided the trees needed watering again because of the heat.  That meant I again watered most of the planters.  The trees, while fewer, are harder to water because the faucet connector is underground in each one.  Watering was a good job for this 80°F day.


SO HOT.  Yet 81 felt so much better than yesterday’s 95.

Photos from my walkabout:


Bees loving Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’




I wanted to take a photo of this round ball of lavender, but it was missing some lavender colour….


Because someone had picked themselves a bunch, coming armed with clippers, and leaving stubs.


The other side! I thought….only to find…


…another batch had been picked.

An accountant from Powell Seillor had something to show me.


She had found a beautiful sunflower painted rock!


bonus art on the back




more tigridia


and more


My “Ann Lovejoy” plant, pink oenothera, has reseeded at the curb.


Gladiolus papilio


Gladiolus papilio inside


worth a close look


For a refreshing scent on a hot day, smell the santolina foliage.  Lemony!


I love the white catananche

Because Jake the Alligator Man resides in Marsh’s museum, I gave some attention to that corner of Fifth Street Park.  I planted some new lilies last fall.  Apparently, I did not read the description well, because they are ridiculously short.  I like lilies to be at least four feet tall.


Ridiculously short!  Will move them to a planter somewhere.


huge flowers and one foot tall = just silly


Love Helenium!


the carousel


We get lots of compliments on the flowers (and the Basket Case hanging baskets; I always say where they are from).  Sometimes when I am elsewhere, I think about how people are enjoying the flowers right at that moment.

I noticed a huge blackberry in the back of Third Street Park and was unable to pull it down and clip it.



gazebo in Third Street Park


At the Bolstad intersection, I spotted an ugly plant problem kitty corner from where I was watering.


brown flowers on lady’s mantle


only had time to clip some of it



I adore agastaches.

Allan’s walkabout photos:


sidewalk traffic jam


I noticed this cutie, too, and remembered my friend Coco who moved away.


NIVA green


Geranium ‘Rozanne’


Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ by Wind World Kites


a cool bike



I sent Allan after the big blackberry.  His photos:




also a fireweed (rosebay willowherb)

I had noticed we were losing the sidewalk to rugosa roses on the south wall of the police station, so we finished downtown Long Beach by trimming them to make room for all the Jake brides to sashay by.


Allan’s photos:



Allan tidied the corner garden in Veterans Field while I worried over my foot, replacing the bandage on my sad little toe and removing the Superfeet insert to make the toe feel better, even though that makes the heel feel so much worse.


a sad moment

We hauled water out to just one planter on the dry Bolstad approach…


the Lisa Bonney memorial planter

And we checked up on the city hall garden.  The office staff was sad that someone had stolen the “Horton Hears a Who” flower, the elephant garlic,  I told them I will plant dozens here in autumn.


Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ and clipped elephant garlic (Allan’s photo)


Allan watered the street trees and planters while I weeded at the boatyard garden.



I weeded from the north end to here…


and as far as the gate.

Tomorrow morning we will finish the southern section.  Our…


…is that there will be an art walk at the port Friday evening, with a few downtown businesses joining in.


Cosmos ‘Seashells’

I suddenly realized I was no longer hot and miserable.  The sun had dropped enough to make the temperature enjoyable.


More of those ridiculous new short lilies, almost hidden.


a helianthus that I acquired from Andersen’s RV Park…quite a runner.


street tree poppies (Allan’s photo)


poppies resseded at the curb near a planter (Allan’s photo)


Helenium (but which one?) at the boatyard (Allan’s photo)


desperately trying to get the horsetail by the gate


the gate

We stopped at seven.  One more hour and I could have had it all weeded to the south end.  However, we were having our North Beach Garden Gang dinner a day early this week because Melissa was going to Portland Friday to visit her mum.

We did not have far to go because our destination was Salt Hotel at the port. (It was busy and we got a seat toward the middle, thus no window views for your entertainment.  We could see the view with diners that might not appreciate being photographed.)


delicious smoked tuna melt with salad subbed for fried


Melissa’s burger


crab mac (Allan’s photo)


nachos for Dave (Allan’s photo)

Tomorrow, we will finish weeding the boatyard.  I also noticed, before dinner, that the Time Enough Books curbside garden needs watering for art night.  I would like to make three art night bouquets for my favourite businesses, and we need to get to the Klipsan Beach Cottages garden, which got postponed due to heat, and we need new plants for the empty Ilwaco planter which now DOES have a hole drilled by the city crew.

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Thursday, 27 July 2017

My sore heel had felt so much better yesterday with my new shoes and Superfeet inserts that I started today with high hopes.

Before we left home, I saw a woman looking over our fence and heard Allan chatting with her while he hooked up the trailer.  I went outside and invited her and her cute dog to tour the back garden.  My foot felt pretty good walking around on the soft grass.


tour guest Lacy (Allan’s photo)


Cleo and Lacy (Allan’s photo)



by the bogsy woods; I was saying how this used to be river bank.

After that pleasant beginning to the day, we were off to water Long Beach and Ilwaco, with an extra planting job thrown in.

We visited the Freedom Market marijuana shop to find out if the manager knew why all our perennials were gone from the garden.  She had not told anyone to work out there at all!  I told her I will try planting again in the fall, and this time will watch the plants closely.  Any theft, if I can pinpoint the day it happens, can be checked on the security cameras.  It would be awesome to find out whodunnit.

Long Beach

We usually do not water the welcome sign because it has a soaker hose that is always slightly on in dry weather.  (That’s not perfect for avoiding root rot and mildew.)  We give it a weekly grooming and deadheading before the weekend.


welcome sign, front

Before watering the planters, we weeded and groomed the Veterans Field gardens.


flag pavilion and arc garden

The flag pavilion garden was admired by someone last week while Allan was weeding it. He pointed out how it is red, white and blue without having red geraniums.  I think some people would prefer red geraniums and a tidier look.  That’s just not in me.


red Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ and red geum and ‘Crimson Pygmy barberries, white Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’ and California poppies, blue assorted Eryngiums and Salvia patens and Salvia ‘May Night’.  I wished when I saw this photo that I had cut back the gaura that is flopping onto the lawn.

Then came the planter watering, with Allan walking south and me walking north.


Allan added a spare cosmos and a penstemon to the Abbracci tree garden…


…and picked up a bucket of coffee grounds for our compost.


tigridias (Allan’s photos)


My first planter was the big one in Lewis and Clark Square, where I enjoyed the different colours of agastaches.








pink and blue

The planter in front of the police station continues to be vandalized.



Looking across at the Stormin’ Norman planter.


Salvia viridis (painted sage) is finally looking showy.

My heel felt pretty great with the Superfeet insoles, until, after watering for just one block, my little toe on that foot started to scream.  I looked at it and saw a bright red sad toe with a blister about to form.  (Why do I tell you this? Because it’s part of a tale of being a jobbing gardener.)  I bought some vaseline at the pharmacy to soothe it, and then I had to remove the Superfeet insert to make my foot ride lower in the New Balance shoe.  This made me so sad, because my heel immediately hurt like fury although my toe was immediately content again (stopped screaming, just ached mildly).  I did the rest of the watering shuffling with my heel slightly raised.  It was depressing and confounding and had me flummoxed about what to do next.

Our friend Ed Strange stopped by regarding our project of planting up six pots at the kite museum.  He had offered to place the pots and the pavers they will sit on and wanted me to accompany him to decide on where the pots should go.  I looked at his tall truck and said “I can’t get into that!” so sent him to get Allan to help instead.

I’d had a plant casualty by clipping an eryngium and two catananche stems by accident in Veterans Field.  I briefly popped into NIVA green to give them to Heather.

This cat on a bag looks exactly like our Calvin, who has food anxiety because of his first seven years of not being regularly fed.



northernmost planter intersection


Coulter Park


golden oregano needs its sunburnt tips trimmed off….not today.


Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and Origanum laevigatum ‘Hopley′s Purple’

A happy thing: Many columbines were easy to pull today out of a planter infested with them.


bucket full of ugly columbines.  Had to be hauled for a block to a garbage can.

Meanwhile, Allan was at the kite museum with Ed:


getting into Ed’s truck with Jackson





Ed also enlisted ideas from some of the museum volunteers.


Ed and Allan went to museum staffer Patty’s house to fetch the heavy pots.

Unfortunately for us, Ed had other jobs to do so did not have time to help dig in the pavers to the river rock hardscape he had installed.  Allan got back to watering.  We met up in Fifth Street Park.


Allan’s photo


sanguisorba and Dorothy Perkins rose (Allan’s photo)

We discussed whether we had time to have lunch at Captain Bob’s Chowder.  It was irresistible.


delicious crab rolls


Allan’s photo

We then checked the planters on the Bolstad beach approach.  They are so dry! A city crew member waters them with the water truck once a week but it is not enough.  I have said as of a year ago that Allan and I are no longer able to haul and apply over 800 pounds of water out there in buckets.  We are in our 60s, after all, and plagued with assorted gardener related physical problems.

I was furious to find plants stolen yet again out of the Lisa Bonney planter.


You would think this sign would discourage thieves.


But again, plants have been stolen from the corner.

I watered three of the planters on the Sid Snyder approach and then joined Allan, who was placing the pavers into the river rock.  The day was slipping away fast considering we still had Ilwaco watering to do.


They had to be dug in or the pots would be all cattywampus. (Allan’s photo)


job in progress (Allan’s photo)


burbling the plants


a stem that broke off one of the pretty Origanum ‘Amethyst Falls’ (Allan’s photo)


watering and washing down the pavement


The plants I used are not necessarily ones I would choose long term for this windy and semi shady spot.  Basically, I chose what I could find that still looks good for purchase in late July!  Next year, I will probably use brighter colors.

We finished watering the last four planters on the Sid Snyder approach (which runs to the beach past the kite museum) and then still had Ilwaco to water.


There was lots of Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ deadheading to do in the planters, so I walked very slowly with no right heel touching for four blocks to do so.  It’s time consuming and Allan does not have time for thorough tidying while watering.


a small but noisy sidewalk convention.


I love fun little alliums in the planters.  Unfortunately, all but about three through the whole array had been picked.

I found three Erysimums that are so sad they need replacing.  Note to self: Do not get sentimental when they look sort of ok in May.  Put in new ones! Old ones will not last the summer!  Fortunately, I had three little new ones on my ladies in waiting table at home just for this eventuality.

It takes Allan an hour and half minimum to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters.  My plan was to finish out my time weeding and deadheading at the boatyard.  But oh, my foot hurt so bad.  I had tried putting the comfy insert back in and found it made my little toe start screeching within a minute.  I wanted badly to have Allan just drive me home.  What kept me there was the fact that he had unhooked and parked the work trailer for my weeds and I did not want him to have wasted his time.  So I persisted.


looking south from the end of the boatyard with the trailer in the distance


daisies and lilies


daises and sweet peas.  When the center of this form of Shasta daisy starts to get brownish, it is time to deadhead it.


more sweet pea success


intensely fragrant lily

I will plant more lilies here for next year.  They are not all getting picked, nor are the deer eating them!


using verbascum as a cane to step down into the garden


more sweet pea success

I worried over how dry the boatyard garden is even though Allan watered it Monday.  Later, he said he would water it again this weekend.

I was so glad when he arrived at the boatyard at nine PM.  It had been a nine and a half hour day.  When we got home, I took my sock off and looked at my bright red toe and burst into tears (alone; Allan was unhooking the trailer).  “My toe hurts and I hate feet!” I wailed.  (I have a thing: I hate having my feet touched. And I find that toes look kind of strange at the best of times.). I embarrassed myself. It’s not cancer, ALS, or other dreaded diseases that take people away. It’s just a dang toe.

Now I have three days off.  I do not intend to spend the whole weekend nursing my foot.  My garden needs some serious attention.  Its soft grass and soil will be nicer to work on than the hard pavements of all of our jobs.

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Thursday, 6 July 2017

It was just an ordinary watering day.

On the way out of town, I saw something that displeased me.


bike parked in a tree garden (Allan’s photo)

No one in the adjacent business knew whose bike it was.  😦  It’s a garden, not a bike rack.

Long Beach


Long Beach welcome sign


We gave the welcome sign some fertilizer.  It is heavy on blue with Geraniums ‘Rozanne’ and ‘Orion’.


Agastache ‘Summer Glow’ does not provide the big show that we used to get from Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’.  I have regrets.

We saw our friend Ed Strange (Strange Landscaping) and crew working on the garden at Subway and stopped for a chat and a pet for Jackson.



My good friend Jackson and me

Allan and I watered the 37 downtown planters; he walked south and I walked north.


This Geranium ‘Rozanne’ looked wilted.  Had I forgotten to water it last time?


Nope…someone had pulled out a bunch of stems and just left them in the plant (twice this many once I was done teasing all the broken ones out).


Brodiaea ‘Queen Fabiola’


Queen Fabiola and Rozanne


Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ finally blooming.  It was WINDY.


delicately delicious white alpine strawberries in a planter…the shopkeeper gets to snack on them because people don’t think they are ripe yet.

Allan’s Long Beach watering photos:


Rozanne, cosmos, California poppies



Geranium ‘Rozanne’, Brodiaea ‘Queen Fabiola’, and the not showy enough painted sage with just a tuft of pink bracts at the top.


Why is the painted sage not coloring as much along the stem this year? (or last year)


white painted sage, also not showy…

painted sage

compare to these from pre-2016 with more colour from bracts


elephant garlic losing its little hat


lots of people by Hungry Harbor and Sweet Phee’s

We got done with our watering in time for the luxury of a sit down break at Abbracci Coffee Bar.


leaving our weeding buckets and hoses outside


Pink Poppy Bakery’s “Dad Tested Chocolate Chip Cookies”


my favourite of the new paintings by Brad Carlson

Revived, we weeded Veterans Field and Fifth Street Park.


Fifth Street Park (Allan’s photo)


I clipped back this big Miscanthus to show off lilies that are planted too close and must be moved this fall.


Allan’s photo

We watered the seven Sid Snyder beach approach planters.


I should bring two Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ to replace the plants that got stolen from either side of the lamp post, and plant them with plaintive “I want to live here!” tags.  It’s been so long I can’t remember what was stolen.  Eryngiums, I think.

We met this little rescue dog named Molly.  Her person told us that Molly had been thrown out of a car in a bag.  Thank goodness she was rescued and now has a great life.


Molly (Allan’s photos)



Echinops (blue globe thistle) in the planter by Worldmark resort. (Allan’s photo)

Allan carried big jugs of water to the westernmost planter, whose water does not work and whose new plants are still there.



New gazanias are a bit distressed, must remember to water this planter twice next week.


I would have trimmed off the wilted foliage. Maybe Allan did after taking this photo.

On the way to Ilwaco, we went around the block for a closer look at the planted boxes in front of Artistic Bouquets.  They were planted up by John, an apprentice of Mark whose garden we toured yesterday.


Artistic Bouquets planter…I got Agastache ‘Golden Jubilee’ envy.


Allan dropped me off at the boatyard to weed and water, while he got the water trailer and watered the Ilwaco street trees and planters.


weeding the back edge while watering from behind the fence

All had to look good because Friday night would be an art walk with people walking from downtown businesses to the port.  We would not be going because for the past three years, I find art walks to be too peopley for my social comfort zone.  Today marks the three year anniversary of a shunning situation that represented the worst side of small town living.  However, the resulting increased desire for reclusiveness has gifted me with much higher productivity and less aimless “hanging out”.  I think it is a good thing, and also quite possibly a bad thing, or, as Monk would say, a blessing and a curse.


south one third of the boatyard garden

The weeding went pretty easily, and I had long enough hoses to do over half of the watering from the front side, which enabled multi-tasking.


Allan’s photo, looking south



Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo: reseeded poppies by the sidewalk



Allan’s photo


a flying bird!

Our reward for a long work day will be three days off.

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Friday, 30 June 2017

We had today to get the boatyard garden weeded for tomorrow’s Port of Ilwaco fireworks display crowd….and the beach approach, for the Fourth of July holiday weekend.  I did want very much want Saturday and Sunday off.

I began in my own garden by picking a bouquet for Salt Hotel’s holiday weekend.




Astilbes are good in bouquets…



…and I have lots of astilbes right now.



‘Sugar Shack’ continues to come back after being given up for dead!


Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’ lives up to its name.

I am going to plant MORE Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’ next year, and I would very much like to find Nicotiana sylvestris ‘Only the Lonely’, as well. (I’d rather be able to buy a flat of it than buy just one on mail order.)  Annie’s Annuals says this one self sows!


yellow hearts of Lamprocapnos scandens


Clematis ‘Etoile Violette’


post office garden


delivering bouquet to Salt (mostly astilbes and sanguisorba)

Ilwaco Boatyard garden

Our first project was to finish weeding the boatyard garden…not to absolute perfection, but as close to it as we could get.


In three hours, we finished it!


a boat on the move (Allan’s photos)



Before moving on ourselves, I decided to walk the length of the garden, south to north, for a photographic record.



Halmiocistus wintonensis


Geranium ‘Rozanne’




an unfortunately unclipped santolina (which is why we clip them)



Catananche (Cupid’s Dart)



mysteriously empty area (plant jacking?)


Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’


finger blight


Allan noticed it, too.


sweet pea (Allan’s photo)


clipped santolina


past the gate




Cistus (the one remaining of several)



I love the way fallen ceanothus flowers look like a crushed glass mulch.


Deer are not eating the lilies so will plant more.


Echinops (blue globe thistle)



A lot of the pink sidalcia clump had been broken or picked.


Persicaria ‘Firetail’




This spot was also mysteriously empty…filled in now with some cosmos and (disappointing) painted sage


a daisy from a start from Jo’s garden


Helenium ‘Sahin’s Early Flowerer’



a running perennial sunflower from a start from Andersen’s RV Park




looking south from the north end

We took a short break at home…


Skooter in the garden (Allan’s photo)

before heading to…

Long Beach

We had about five sections left to weed on the Bolstad beach approach.



Allan manually jug watering one planter (the only way to water out here)

All but 6 of the remaining photos today are Allan’s.


birds foot trefoil and vetch swamping the roses










before (well, during)


Rugosa rose and Sweet William


filmy white vetch, not even pretty like the purple one


happy tourists (telephoto) taking the obligatory arch photo





We got through all the remaining sections of the approach garden.


rolling out the debris at city works

We just got done in time to have the weekend off and to meet Dave and Melissa and Todd for Friday night dinner at

The Cove Restaurant


Sondra’s cat by the parking lot


North Beach Garden Gang arrives


in the foyer


perusing the tempting menu


Sondra’s dog Lacey out on the golf course


clams for Melissa


lemon caper pasta for me


noodle bowl and harvest salad


Todd and Dave tuck in


a dessert shared by all

We stayed till we were by far the last table and the vacuum cleaner was about to come out, the hint that it is time for us to go home.

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