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Saturday, 1 July 2017

We took advantage of much of what our town had to offer today.  Earlier in the week, while weeding the port gardens to get them spiffing for today’s events, I had had that feeling of being smitten with love for this little town.  The first Saturday in July is always special here, with probably the biggest Saturday market of the year followed by a fireworks extravaganza at the port in the evening.

Ilwaco Saturday Market

Knowing that the Pink Poppy Bakery booth would be at the market today is part of what drew us down there.  (Baker Maddy is pregnant and therefore not doing every week of market this summer.)

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Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ in one of our port gardens (Allan’s photo)

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Allan’s photo

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The lines were long at the food booths.

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plants for sale

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at one of the plant booths

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the cutest booth of all

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port office garden

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tied as a result of recent windstorm

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Purly Shell Fiber Arts spinning demonstration

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Frilly lamps at Suzy Q’s Magical Glass

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Salt Hotel and Pub

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booths with a view

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Charter fishing

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fresh produce

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Northwest Naturals

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Northwest Naturals

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another garden booth

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Blue Coast Farm

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another booth featuring plants.

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Pink Poppy: I acquired two slices of the marble chocolate cake, second from left.

As I walked home, I sadly contemplated the really bad pruning in the Lost Garden.

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sad

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Why do inexperienced pruners feel they just have to hack at shrubs and trees?

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I paused next door to pet Old Man Rudder.

At home, I fortified myself with a slice of Maddy’s pound cake in order to accomplish an afternoon gardening  project.  But that’s all there is about gardening in this post.  We’re going to jump straight to 8 PM and the evening’s events.

Fireworks at the Port of Ilwaco

The evening’s festivities started with a special bonus: a performance of renowned Astoria band Holiday Friends in the courtyard at Salt Hotel.

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Holiday Friends.  They were good.

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I was pleased to see books at the table next to me.

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Allan’s photo, featuring our curbside garden

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appreciative audience

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Salt Pub’s kitchen pass shows that the restaurant was busy.

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I popped into Time Enough Books…

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…to say hi to owner Karla and to store mascot Scout.

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in Time Enough Books

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port office garden

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Don Nisbett Art Gallery

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Our dear friends Jenna and Don

Darling Jenna made both me and Allan delicious tacos, saving us from standing in line at the popular food booths that had stayed on after Saturday market.

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Thank you, Jenna!

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classic fairway treat

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a growing crowd as dusk settles in

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Smoked Salmon Chowder (Allan’s photo)

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This chowder is delicious (Allan’s photo)

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good accessorizing

Allan walked out on the docks and gleaned some lovely photos of evening at the marina.

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Aallotar, built in 1926 or 7

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I found my favourite spot for taking fireworks photos, one of the bridges to the docks.

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view of the marina

High tide made the reflections especially good this year.

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Allan, more agile and adventurous and unlikely to fall off the dock in the dark, ranged from the port office deck to the docks to get his photos.

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after racing down the stairs from the deck (which was not open to the public) on the way to the docks

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the grand finale

After the fireworks comes the traffic jam…

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traffic backed with personal fireworks up on the hill

We are among the lucky ones because we only have to walk three blocks to get home.

Tomorrow: back to the usual subject with our gardening weekend.

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Saturday, 10 June 2017

At last, after skipping several weeks, I did walk two blocks (with the motivation of finding a couple of tomato plants) to

Ilwaco Saturday Market

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Northwest Natural made a waterfall of their concrete leaves.

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asparagus from De Asis Farm


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all shopped out


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the cutest booth

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Our port office garden (and Basket Case Greenhouse baskets)


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The Wood Elf


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tomatoes!

I did get three more tomatoes and walked home in pouring rain, which made me happy because it means less watering.

reading

At home, because of the rain, I took the time for the book I had been wanting to read in one sitting.  It is the story of the author’s mum and dad’s  life in England from about 1930 to 1970.

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Oh, how wonderful it was, and thanks so much to my “imaginary” (online) friend Lynn for recommending it to me.  She got to see an advance showing of the film made from the book, which will be released in the USA next October.  As she said, “There’s gardening!”

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Installing an Anderson shelter in the garden.  I just love that they say “antirrhinums” for snapdragons.

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the terror of WWII bombing, laying down flat in a cabbage field


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the garden

For beautiful illustrations, not deliberately off angle snaps, I do advise you to get the book.  Oh how I cried at the end.  I am counting the months till the film.

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in love with this book

And then I went out to plant my tomatoes and pepper plants for the greenhouse and got them all done, just in time to go to a book reading at

Time Enough Books

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our bouquet for the event


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author Kathleen Alcalá

We were the only ones who showed up!  That made me sad; however, after the reading we had a good long conversation about the world’s problems (which we did not solve) with bookstore owner Karla and the author and her spouse, and bought a copy of the book.  (I’m halfway through a library copy.  If it were winter, I’d have read it in two days.)

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Karla and the author and her spouse

There was one thing I did not like about the book so far: One short passage in which the author says she does not like to see “overweight people buying pallets of food at Costco.”  I took the opportunity to recommend that she read Body of Truth by Harriet Brown without chastising her for her “People of Walmart” judgement.  I had written the title down for her.  She seemed open to reading it.

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At 7:30 PM, the light outside was gorgeous.

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looking west, Time Enough Books garden


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poppy and penstemon


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looking east


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coming home


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evening light


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greenhouse: messy but tomatoes are in!

Sunday, 11 June 2017

The main feature of today was the glorious Astoria Pride Parade.  That will be tomorrow’s post because it deserves to stand alone.  Meanwhile, here are some photos taken while we were in Astoria.

As we parked, we saw this shopkeeper decorating.

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Allan’s photo

Some of the curbside gardens on Marine Drive:

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the best one…


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by Jessica Schlief


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O Jessica, what is this?


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Jessica’s garden


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poppies and cerinthe

The other curbside gardens could not compare to Jessica’s floriferous display…

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with salal


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and just plain weeds

We joined the parade.  A few non parade photos as we walked along the Riverwalk.

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trolley stop

I don’t want to add this old age story to the parade post:  During the parade, Allan was on his own taking photos.  After falling back to the end to get photos of the entire procession, I could not keep up with the parade and with five blocks to go till the rally, I was way behind.

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The end of the parade is now the people far far in the distance walking away from me.


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the pleasant view with freight ships lined up waiting for the tide

My slowness was rewarded because as I approached the rally, Darcelle was just getting off the trolley, and, in fact, I got a hug from her. (I’ve seen the grand Darcelle show a couple of times when it has come to Long Beach.)

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The famous Darcelle, left, longtime performer from Portland, Oregon

After the rally, we walked back to town.  Very very slowly.

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Allan’s photo


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Allan’s photo of the tour boat that goes all the way upriver


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Allan’s photo


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Allan’s photo


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Allan’s photo

A young man told me I could have taken the trolley.  But it has a big step to the ground and even with the step box that they provide, it is very tough with knee problems.  Easier to walk.  Although I did wonder if I would make it and I reminisced poignantly about how, not so many years ago, Seattle Carol would spend the day in Astoria walking all up and down the hills or the whole length of the Riverwalk and back just for fun.  In those days, I lived up to my last name, Walker.

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Allan’s photo

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the cute bus that goes with the riverboat tour (Allan’s photos)

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Allan’s photo

I was pleased to make it to downtown.

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in a shop window (Allan’s photo)

And I was even more pleased to find something I had forgotten about: The Astoria Sunday Market was in session.

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Every time we saw someone with something rainbow, we exchanged “Happy Pride!” greetings. I found it most joyous.

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Allan’s photo


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We bought a hummingbird sculpture.


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Allan’s photo


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bouquets

At the market, we encountered our friends Pam of the Seaside gardens and Sean and his darling dog.

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Sean’s photo


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Allan is in this photo, too.


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plants for sale (Allan’s photo)

Then, I was so tired and we were hungry.  We ate at one of my favourite Astoria restaurants.

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Fulios

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Pasta Puttenesca for me


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squash ravioli for Allan


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back to where we began


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Allan’s photo

At home, I thought all I would be able to do was sit down and process photos.  And then, with the help of a handful of wake up beans, I managed to plant most of the new ladies in waiting that were slated for my own garden.

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yesterday


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this evening (and the three on the bench are Allan’s not mine!)

Meanwhile, Allan mowed three lawns: Ours, Devery’s, and the J’s.  That is not unusual becuase he does seem to have boundless energy.

Tomorrow: The Pride Parade itself.

 

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Saturday, 6 May, part two

Ilwaco Saturday Market

After we photographed the annual children’s parade, we strolled through the Saturday market.

Turning the corner from Howerton to Waterfront Way, we found a bustling scene.

Double J and the Boys

flowering baskets

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our favourite local place; in this case, “family friendly” means kids are welcome in the pub.

Some market day, I will take time for a meal on the Salt deck.

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at Olive and Garlic way

I stood in a short line to get two slices of Lime Bundt cake from Pink Poppy.

Cheeeeese.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Tipping musician Peter at the Don Nisbett Gallery (Allan’s photo)

You can see in the background lots of people loading onto boats.

from the port office deck (Allan’s photos)

Pink Poppy

fishing derby (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Today was the Blessing of the Fleet.  If I were not so tired from work, with much gardening awaiting me at home, I might have gone out for a free boat ride.  Allan took some photos from the docks:

Flowers will be cast into the water in memory of loved ones, and the Coast Guard helicopter will fly over the boats and drop a wreath.

heading out to the Columbia Bar

home in the garden

Before the children’s parade (yesterday’s post), I had admired the dogwood from the kitchen window…

dogwood from the kitchen window

and had planned an afternoon accomplishment: getting all my Nicotiana langsdorfii planted.

They are the soft leaved plants on the left side of the table.

By 6:45, I had 33 Nicotiana and some perennials planted and the table reorganized…

and a little raised garden extension made…and had pulled a gluteal muscle wrangling two heavy buckets of wet soil…

…because I did not learn from the first bucket that I should scoop half the second bucket into another container before trying to lift it. This pulled muscle plagued me for the next few days but I won’t keep mentioning it.

The Nicotiana were planted by just hacking out spaces in weedy areas.  Rather a sad but necessary method when this far behind.

In evening light, first flowers…but not a good photo…of my rhododendron from Steve and John!

The Cove Restaurant

We had our North Beach Garden Gang dinner tonight because Our Kathleen is in town.

I had bought some gladiolus weeks ago at Costco because the colour combo appealed to me.  But I don’t like glads and could not figure out where to plant them!  I managed to pass them off to Todd for his cutting garden.  I’ll put a few in my garden boat, perhaps.

We all have compatible ideas about the world’s problems.  We were unable to solve them.

Chef Sondra’s mom’s recipe. lasagne, made Sunday’s lunch as well.

cinnamon chocolate cake to share (Allan’s photo)

art on the wall

and Allan’s photo of an amazing moon as we departed.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Just weeding, and tiniest bit of planting.  I managed to actually focus on just the west bed…

I did not get it done, though.  If I could have gone for one more hour, I could have erased it from the work board.  Instead, I had to stop because….my big toe hurt.  This is an odd thing that happens sometimes (gout??), and it is amazing how one big toe can make you want to first, take off your sock and second, bring gardening to a close for the evening.  (An annoying wind did not help my fortitude.)

In better news, I wore my knee brace (the “Unloader”) all day.  Summer weight clothing made it easier to wear.  It worked a treat.

At my request, Allan pruned a couple of dead branches out of the tatty old ornamental plum…

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after

Allan saw our kind neighbour Jared dump some extra gravel in one of “our” potholes.

Some photos in the evening before going inside at the early time of 6 PM:

West bed needs another hour or so of attention.

Frosty

Persicaria bistorta superba

Only a few snail holes so far on Hosta ‘Sum and Substance’

bogsy wood….unweeded but with camassia

Last year’s new bogsy wood bed has disappeared under velvet grass.

too windy for a campfire

bogsy wood edge with still unclipped hydrangea

blue corydalis and pulmonaria

At least I got some other pruning done included almost all the many winter-killed branches on the hardy fuchsias.

my mum’s favourite rhododendron that I brought home from the Golden Sands garden last year.

I do not know its name.

more camassia

Allan in the far distance after dumping the last of my three heaping wheelbarrow of weeds.

Oh, how I wish I had several days to finish the weeding—at least four would do it—but tomorrow, work calls again.

 

 

 

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Friday, 2 September 2016

All I wanted to do today was finish reading Lab Girl.

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Lab Girl by Hope Jahren

I did not know this about willows, even though I have some big ones on the wild edges of my garden:

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I learned so much about plants in the short botanical chapters that are interspersed with her personal story.

A wonderful passage about helping one’s friends:

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Because I know the transcendent value of loyalty, I’ve been to places that a person can’t get to any other way.”

I so identify with this, which is why I cut my hair with garden shears:

There were certain things in life that Bill would go to almost any length to avoid, and one was going to a barbershop. The very idea of the physical intimacy inherent to the hair-cutting process overwhelmed him.

This reminds me of the experience of being self employed for 40 years (and why I want to postpone knee surgery because of the need to work and make money):

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I did do something for the garden: painted more bamboo poles, and made a couple of excursions of garden admiration.

Kniphofia 'Earliest of All'

Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’

Vigorous passiflora

Vigorous passiflora

Finally I found the energy to cut back the big Baptisia in the front garden.  Still debating about taking it out.

It's not wonderful after it blooms.

It’s not wonderful after it blooms.

Lots of tetrapanax runners...wonderful or terrible?

Lots of tetrapanax runners…wonderful or terrible?

enormously tall Sanguisorba, probably 'Pink Elephant'

enormously tall Sanguisorba, probably ‘Pink Elephant’

Skooter came to help with my clipping.

Skooter came to help with my clipping.

gleaming light at 6 PM

gleaming light at 6 PM

At night, we watched most of The 1940s House.  I do feel that I lived during the blitz, in some strange way.

Saturday, 3 September 2016

Allan had left early in the morning for a boating event in Ocean Shores (tomorrow’s post).  J9 came by in the very early afternoon to meet Skooter, and immediately sat on the ground to commune with him.  She used to have a big orange cat named Rufus.  I was so distracted by our conversation and by rushing around to pick a bouquet that I was ten minutes late to meet Ann (from Portland, the Amateur Botanist) for a late lunch at Salt Pub.

flowers for Salt Hotel

flowers for Salt Hotel

new Waterfront Way sign for Salt

new Waterfront Way sign for Salt

the view from our table

the view from our table

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caesar salad with kale, and crab hushpuppies

caesar salad with kale, and crab hushpuppies

We finished our leisurely lunch and conversation on many important and scintillating topics in time to see the last 20 minutes of the market and to get treats from Pink Poppy Bakery.

Pink Poppy Maddy had been reading a book.

Pink Poppy Maddy had been reading a book.

Ann buys some Swedish traveling cake.

Ann buys some Swedish traveling cake.

Ann framed in a booth of mirrors.

Ann framed in a booth of mirrors.

the darling Wild For Lavender booth

the darling Wild For Lavender booth

The English Nursery booth

The English Nursery booth

some mossy art

some mossy art

Ann departed to drive back to Portland via Astoria and I went home to putter in the garden a bit.

Skooter joined me.

Skooter joined me.

showing off his glorious tail

showing off his glorious tail

It rather magically catches the light.

It rather magically catches the light.

the transcendent tail

the transcendent tail

fluff

fluff

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We had had this much glorious rain.

We had had this much glorious rain.

I could take almost as many photos of Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’ as of Skooter’s tail, and there is a resemblance.

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Kniphofia 'Earliest of All' (not early at all)

Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’ (not early at all here; Todd says that in North Carolina, it bloomed for him in February)

Clematis 'Rooguchi'

Clematis ‘Rooguchi’

tall rose, fuchsia, leycesteria

tall rose, fuchsia, leycesteria

the first three bamboo poles that began my spray painting frenzy

the first three bamboo poles that began my spray painting frenzy

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with Stipa gigantea

After pulling one wheelbarrow full of weeds, I allowed myself to go indoors and begin a cozy “Farmer’s Market” mystery (Farm Fresh Murder, the first in a series by Paige Shelton).  Allan returned, and we finished watching The 1940s House.

It it so very good.

It is so very good.

Rather amazingly, because of the Labor Day holiday and the good solid rain, we still have two more days off work.


ginger

1995 (age 71)

September 3: Rain is forecast so I hurried and picked up the onions that I laid in the “corn patch” to cure.  For now they are in the garage in the wheelbarrow until I have time to sort them.

 

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Lorna, former owner Andersen’s RV Park, sent us two guest photos from New York City:

Lorna: "I thought of you each time I saw a planter. And I found myself stopping to see if there were any obvious signs of pilfering. Didn't see any. Think passers by are all in a hurry to get somewhere. "

Lorna: “I thought of you each time I saw a planter. And I found myself stopping to see if there were any obvious signs of pilfering. Didn’t see any. Think passers by are all in a hurry to get somewhere. “

I told Lorna that we seem to not have enough heat here to grow the wonderful sweet potato vine.

I told Lorna that we seem to not have enough heat here to grow the wonderful sweet potato vine.  Where is that one in the front emerging from?? Hanging by one tiny stem?

‘Friday, 26 August 2016

Hot!

Skooter on the south cat door platform

Skooter on the south cat door platform

Skooter's view

Skooter’s view

All I managed to do for the garden was to paint some more bamboo poles and then install them in the cool of the evening, and paint the wooden bowls for a new project.

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Allan had already drilled holes in the bowls.

Allan had already drilled holes in the bowls.

Saturday, 27 August 2016

We had blissfully cool misty weather again.  You could almost call it drizzle…but not quite.  I asked Allan to go to Saturday Market for our Pink Poppy Bakery treats because going to market felt too peopley to me today.

Allan’s photos:

next door, our friend Rudder of Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm

next door, our friend Rudder of Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm

He delivered my bouquet to Salt Hotel.

He delivered my bouquet to Salt Hotel.

Salt Hotel lobby

Salt Hotel lobby

at the Wood Turner's nook

at the Wood Turner’s workshop

by the Port Office

by the Port Office

Our Kathleen was there, buying some smoked salmon chowder.

Our Kathleen was there, buying some smoked salmon chowder.

De Asis Farm

De Asis Farm

some darling doggies

some darling doggies

Maddy of Pink Poppy Bakery and Our Kathleen

Maddy of Pink Poppy Bakery and Our Kathleen

on the way home

on the way home

Kathleen came to visit me for awhile and got to meet Skooter.  Lazy snoozing Skooter did not want to come down the cat ramp so I gave him a push from indoors.

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Allan worked on the bowl project.

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After my visit with Kathleen, I turned to a new book (having finished the excellent Shrill by Lindy West).  I loved the first season of the World War II British series, Home Fires.  It was based on a non fiction booked called Jambusters, republished here as Home Fires to tie in with the telly show about the role of the Women’s Institute in English and Welsh villages.  (Scotland had a different organization than the WI.)

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serve all

The pacifist nature of the WI was not addressed in the tv show.

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I recommend that all food gardeners that I know read this book for the chapter called Digging for Victory. It is absolutely fascinating.

flowersI was interested to learn that the poorer households got a larger share of evacuees from the cities.

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Anyone who likes to put food up or who has memories of their grandma canning food will enjoy the chapter about canning and preserving, which was done on a grand scale and often while actually at risk of bombing.

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Fascinating that there were few onions available. They had previously been imported from France. Onions did not grow well in the UK climate so an onion was a precious commodity.

This passage about games played at the end of the WI meetings gets across how hard the women worked at that time. I was amazed to read that a lot of the country villages did not get electricity and plumbing until the late 1950s. Musical bumps is similar to our game musical chairs.

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I was completely transported by this book, and have ordered the author’s other book, Stranger in the House, about women’s experience when their menfolk returned from the war.  As usual, I feel that I have lived in that time, and if reincarnation were true, I would think I had been there.

Sunday, 28 August 2016

I would rather have had another reading day.  Home gardening was required and I eventually accomplished the removal of two wheelbarrows full of weeds and the cutting back of some spent perennials.

the wooden bowl project completed

the wooden bowl project completed

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Cripp's Pink apples

Cripp’s Pink apples

I had been worried in the afternoon that I had not seen Skooter all day, called to him now and then for an hour while gardening, and was overjoyed when he finally appeared.

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Skooter in the evening sunshine

Skooter in the evening sunshine

Kniphofia 'Earliest of All' (from Todd)

Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’ (from Todd)

One of my glowing Xera agastaches

One of my glowing Xera agastaches: ‘Mandarin Dream’

Allan watered at the community building, where he found autumn blooming crocus in bloom.

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at the Ilwaco Community Building

Sorry, Skooter, campfires are still forbidden.

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late summer evening garden

late summer evening garden

"The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is."

“The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is.”

looking southeast

looking southeast


ginger

1997 (age 73):

August 26-28  Again I didn’t write down anything I did all week.

1998 (age 74):

August 26:  Today was my watering day but I didn’t water and didn’t work outside either.  I got started going through the pile of catalogs I had set aside to order stuff “sometime”.  I placed 2 or 3 orders and threw out some.  For 3 days I haven’t been outside to do any work.  The next few days are supposed to be HOT.

August 27:  Well, Bill and his helpers spread “mud” all over the existing vinyl.  He will install new vinyl tomorrow.  I asked it he did carpet installation too (he does) but I told him I’ll wait till spring.  I spent the day inside.  The house is a mess now but it will be nice when the vinyl is installed.

August 28 (Friday): HOT   About the time I expected Bill, Bill Jr showed up with bad news.  My vinyl is on a Carpet Exchange truck in Portland.  Bill said the earliest he can get it is Wednesday.  He was so upset.  I guess he thought I’d blow my top.  I didn’t.  I told him I’ll just camp out in this mess.  I took 6 begonia pots to the table and cut off many mildewed leaves.  Also potted more seedlings to set out in patio.

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Friday, 12 August 2016

On the first of three days off, I continued to try some small moves to get Skooter closer to being part of the family.  I had already put a couple of the resident cats’ bedding in with his bedding, and now I brought out his special pillowcase (belonged to Marilyn) that he has been sleeping on for awhile.

I gave Frosty cat treats so he'd find it interesting and not upsetting.

I gave Frosty cat treats so he’d have a good association with the scent of Skooter.

Frosty found it interesting and not upsetting.

Frosty found the pillowcase interesting and not upsetting.

I took it back to Skooter at the end of the day after all the other cats had had a sniff.

Frosty is back to his unperturbed self.

Frosty is back to his unperturbed self.

The day was much too hot.  Each time I stepped outside, I went right back in.  Comfortable?  I disagree:

not comfortable when over about 65!

not comfortable when over about 65!

Instead of gardening, I read about it.

good book

good book

Finally, at 5, the temperature cooled enough to put in three hours of concentrated gardening.

My mission continued to be getting good mulch out of the debris pile.  (If we had someone living next door, I wouldn’t have such a messy area here.  In fact, we might have a shed there to give privacy in a more friendly way than a fence.)

debris pile now next to the Nora/Alicia parking area.

debris pile next to the Nora/Alicia parking area.

under the debris: good stuff

under the debris: good stuff

Over three days, I got over 20 wheelbarrowloads like this out of that pile.

Over three days, including last weekend, I got over 20 wheelbarrowloads like this out of that pile.

Calvin looking debonair on the patio. He is increasingly more confident outside, less of a scaredy cat.

Calvin looking debonair on the patio. He is increasingly more confident outside, less of a scaredy cat.

His nervous licking has stopped, resulting in a beautifully glossy coat. I hope he does not get nervous again over Skooter.

His nervous licking has stopped, resulting in a beautifully glossy coat. I hope he does not get nervous again over Skooter.

front of bogsy woods nicely mulched from debris pile

front of bogsy woods nicely mulched from debris pile

soothing to know the plants have some good soil

soothing to know the plants have some good soil

Meanwhile, Allan had done me an enormous favour by digging out the stump of the big old barberry that had lost my affection by not being spectacular in fruit.  Because I still think I might be mistaken about it, he planted it at the back of Nora’s lot. (Alicia has said we can plant anything we want back there!)

Allan's photos, before

Allan’s photos, before

out!

out!

Allan's photos, before

rehomed

Allan also rehomed these snails that I found in a crushed container in the debris pile.

They went elsewhere.

They went elsewhere.

later, with debris pile mulch added where the barberry was

later, with debris pile mulch added where the barberry was

I had an audience, to the far right, below, as I walked back and forth during the afternoon.

I so feel for him not getting to go outside.

I so feel for him not getting to go outside.

We watched a double feature of My Cat From Hell as I continue to seek tips from Jackson Galaxy.

the font of cat wisdom, Jackson Galaxy

the font of cat wisdom, Jackson Galaxy

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Skooter in my room in the midmorning...

Skooter relaxed in my room in the midmorning…

...and looking out the window, longing for the garden. I hope it will remind him of Marilyn's.

…and looking out the window, longing for the garden. I hope it will remind him of Marilyn’s.

He was no longer hissing at the door to the rest of the house.  Progress!  But until he has been here a week, he can’t have the run of the house.  When he does go outside (outfitted with a BirdsBeSafe collar), I want to have the best chance that he is bonded enough to come back.

In the early afternoon, Allan and I took the van to the Saturday Market so that he could bring home a new acquisition for the bogsy woods.

from Northwest Naturals: The green leaf is now mine.

from Northwest Naturals: The green leaf is now mine.

Allan drove home while I did my weekly walkabout of the market starting at Salt Hotel.

Salt Hotel courtyard

Salt Hotel courtyard

I delivered the weekly bouquet, which I do to show I appreciate the way Salt has enhanced our town.

I delivered the weekly bouquet, which I do to show I appreciate the way Salt has enhanced our town.

in the lobby

in the lobby

I visited owner Karla at Time Enough Books...

I visited owner Karla at Time Enough Books…

and chatted with Pink Poppy Bakery's Darby (and got some chocolate cinnamon bundt cake for later).

and chatted with Pink Poppy Bakery’s Darby (and got some chocolate cinnamon bundt cake for later).

Pink Poppy baker Maddy was reading during a slow moment.

Pink Poppy baker Maddy was reading during a slow moment.

spinning at Purly Shell Fiber Arts (with dogs and an angora rabbit)

spinning at Purly Shell Fiber Arts (with dogs and an angora rabbit)

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I'd like to be friends.

I’d like to be friends.

Blue Collar Eats' Anthony De Luz putting on a show.

Blue Collar Eats’ Anthony De Luz putting on a show.

On my walk home, the field by the parking lot, to the south of our house, shows how many boats are out and about this week.

boat trailers as far as the eye could see

boat trailers as far as the eye could see

Allan's photo: In the bogsy woods, ready to be placed.

Allan’s photo: In the bogsy woods, ready to be placed.

Although my energy was low, I did manage to finish the project of getting the last of the soil out of the debris pile.

Allan weeded and watered at the community building.

Allan's weeding job

Allan’s weeding job

In the evening, we watched a film called The Odd Life of Timothy Green, because I’d read that part of it was set in Ryan Gainey’s garden.  Only two scenes (one deleted) were set in Ryan’s greenhouse.  Fortunately, the movie was enjoyable anyway and I was interested in all the Decatur, Georgia settings because I’ve been thinking so much of Mr. Gainey lately.


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1997 (age 73):

August 12:  Several of the seeds have germinated.  In the AM there was one Bellis plant and by night there were 10!  Also several in greenhouse have germinated.  Store and errand day: Tim’s, bank, and Stock Market.  Cashed in $27 worth of change in wrappers.

August 13: 11:30 to 5:30  Not quite as hot today.  Finished planting perennials seeds except 2 or 3 to be direct seeded (when it’s a little cooler).  The snapdragons (from seeds in April) needed planting but its too hot so I planted them in various containers that had tulip etc bulbs in the spring.  In October I’ll move the snaps to the garden and replant the bulbs.

1998 (age 74):

August 12:  HOT HOT  87 degrees.  7:30 AM to 9:00 PM! This time I did get up early and started watering.  Then I planted berries up to 10:00, came in for breakfast and back out to plant berries until it got too hot.  Then I sorted the seedlings to figure which goes where.  After my TV dinner I went out at 7:00 to water again and planted more berries until I came in at 9:00 PM.

August 13: HOTTER   I took the day off—too hot.

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 2 July 2016

I was still feeling tired from garden touring and working.  I’d planned on skipping the Saturday Market.  When Our Kathleen stopped by and told me how big it was for the holiday weekend, I thought I had better have a look after all.  (If I hadn’t, Allan would have fulfilled my self-imposed Discover Ilwaco photo obligation by a quick trip for a few photos.  This time, he got to stay home and putter.)

It couldn’t be a totally at home day. Evening would bring the annual Ilwaco Fireworks display and we always take photos for the Fireworks page.

Ilwaco Saturday Market

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picnic on the lawn

picnic on the lawn

Wild for Lavender booth is the cutest.

Wild for Lavender booth is the cutest.

I did not notice the crow with a berry until I looked at the photo. Reminds me of the gate at Deerly Missed garden and I might have bought it.

I did not notice the crow with a berry until I looked at the photo. Reminds me of the gate at Deerly Missed garden and I might have bought it.

Northwest Natural

Northwest Natural

How Mini Donuts are made. I got some to share with Allan.

How Mini Donuts are made. I got some to share with Allan.  Pink Poppy Bakery was absent this week because of making wedding cakes.

De Asis Produce

De Asis Produce

love that face!

love that face!

At home, I worked on the Hardy Plant Weekend blog till dusk, and time to go out for:

Fireworks at the Port of Ilwaco

our pruning-in-transition garden bed at dusk

our pruning-in-transition garden bed at dusk

If I hadn't been on a photo mission, I would love to have tried this food...

If I hadn’t been on a photo mission, I would love to have tried this food…

...and would have sat by the condor to dine.

…and would have sat by the condor to dine.

Mini Donuts were still being made, a long day for them.

Mini Donuts were still being made, a long day for them.

Our dear Jenna and Don by their art gallery

Our dear Jenna and Don by their art gallery

Unlike most of our dog friends, this little one does not fear fireworks.

Unlike most of our dog friends, this little one does not fear fireworks.

The shops stayed open late. Time Enough Books.

The shops stayed open late. Time Enough Books.

crowds gathered

crowds gathered

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

waiting

waiting

Allan talked to this fisherman who had brought his boat in for some work and just happened upon the fireworks evening.

Allan talked to this fisherman who had brought his boat in for some work and just happened upon the fireworks evening.  Good timing.

His boat, Marne

His boat, Marne

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a good view (Allan's photo)

a good view (Allan’s photo)

kaboom

kaboom

Allan gets the best photos because he goes out on the docks.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

the finale

the finale

after the crowds were gone (Allan's photo)

after the crowds were gone (Allan’s photo)

Coast Guard (Allan's photo)

Coast Guard (Allan’s photo)

Sunday, 3 July 2016

I stayed in and blogged about garden touring with wind as an excuse for an indoor day.  Allan pruned a laurel on the driveway next door (with permission) and took some sunset photos at my request.

before

before

after

after

back garden arbour

back garden arbour

I see that Allan watered the community building garden that day.

I see that Allan watered the community building garden that day.

sunset

sunset

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I finally published another post over on my Grandma’s Scrapbooks blog.

We were relieved to get news that our friend came through heart surgery fine.  

Real Time Alert!

Tomorrow, Saturday July 16th, get yourself out of a garden tour if you can.  There are three to choose from.

right here on the Long Beach Peninsula

right here on the Long Beach Peninsula

in Aberdeen, 1.5 hours away

in Aberdeen, 1.5 hours away

In Tillamook, 2 hours south

In Tillamook, 2 hours south

Our posts on this garden tour day will appear about one week from today. 

If there are any railway aficionados reading this, you would love the Clamshell Railroad Days at Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum.

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Ginger’s Garden Diaries

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from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1997 (age 73):

July 2: Picked berries and that’s about all I did.

July 3:  Don called and woke me up.  He is coming out just to visit.

He switched two begonia baskets for two that looked better.

I ordered steaks and hamburger from Omaha Steaks for Skyler and Robert.  Worked on Bluestone Perennial order.

1998 (age 74):

July 2: Errand day.  Paid power bill and telephone bill, NVN renewal.  Hardware store for my screen to screen compost (which I forgot to bring home) then QFC.

July 3:  I spent all that time planting tomatoes, mostly indeterminate, in the garden.  When I pulled the black tarp back, there wasn’t a single weed.  I had to go to Yelm Hardware to get the screen that I forgot yesterday.  I kept track of the tomato varieties so I should be able to know which are best (except for 8 plants without labels).  I made a quick count of 94 plants.

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