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Yesterday, in a photo caption, I mis-identified the Ilwaco Fire Dept as Long Beach. No idea why!  Fortunately, astute blog reader Our Kathleen caught the error.  

Saturday, 23 September 2017

I thought I should go to the Saturday Market for a few photos for Discover Ilwaco, since the market has only two more weekends to go and might get rained out on the last one.  I had not been to the market much this summer because of my sore heel.  Now that it is feeling better, I can walk without constant pain.

I decided to not disturb my neighbor Rudder with pets.

Approaching the market, I noted that the tall ships were tall.

De Asis produce

two tall ships

Allan had signed on for tomorrow’s “battle sail” on one of these ships.

Mandolin Pete with a guitar instead outside Don Nisbett’s gallery

busy market day

a market patron

two little cuties

I was eager to get home to my garden, but when I did, I found that going to the market had sapped my energy, so I accomplished little.  Allan worked on painting his shed.

before (Allan’s photo)

Allan painting his shed.

I accomplished one thing, with Allan’s help a bit: digging out the snail chewed hostas.  I am giving up on them.  Almost.  I chopped off a little piece of each to try to grow in a drier spot.

can’t look at this anymore

I was then inspired to sift some compost, so the day was not wasted.

In the late afternoon, rounding the corner to dump some sifted compost along Willows Loop West, I was stopped by a beacon of light.

It was the glowing of Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’, an ironically late blooming kniphofia that Todd gave me.  It is spectacular.

Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’ illuminated by late afternoon sun

Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’

lovely compost, not sifted ultra fine because it is going on a perennial bed.

I finally decided this horrible heather had to go. OUT.

Allan’s end of day photo

Sunday, 24 Sept 2017

Ed Strange stopped by to pick up the hostas.  His hosta patch is glorious and mine will be happier there.

Ed’s Jackson

Goodbye Sum and Substance and the other one

Allan departed to walk to the port, first to tour a Tall Ship and then to go on a sail.  It would, however, not be a battle sail; he had gotten a call this morning that their gunpowder had not been delivered, so the event was now an hour shorter Adventure Sail.  That will be tomorrow’s post.

I had company at noon ish: Dear friend Judy S., her spouse Larry and sister Rosalie.  We had a gratifying tour of the garden (because they like it) and a good talk in the shady campfire area.

Rosalie, Larry, Judy

I dug this hardy fuchsia out of the (now compost mulched) former hosta bed and gave it to Judy.

Skooter

I had a surge of energy and got ALL my ladies in waiting planted.  It helps a lot that my foot is hurting much less.

Asclepias fascicularis

Asclepias speciosa

Eryngium proteiflorum (went in by the garden boat)

The strawberries are trying to take over my would-be scree garden.

Eryngium padanifolium

Chocolate Shogun is near the base of the lady.

Astilbe ‘Chocolate Shogun’

My Metapanax delavayi from Xera also went into the former hosta bed.

Metapanax delavayi berries

Metapanax delavayi berries—thrilling!

I sifted more compost.  Frosty stayed close by.

I got the third bin sifted and emptied and put new newspaper down at the base (as a weed barrier).

Now I have two full bins of old debris, and will start layering the brown with new green material in the empty bin.

I took the last sifted wheelbarrow load of compost to a weedy path on the east side of the fire circle and proceeded to weed in preparation for mulching.

weeded and ready, but….

I remembered that I had thought this might be a cool spot to have a pond, probably one made out of a big, and I mean REALLY big, tub. because tree roots would prevent digging.  A tub like the ones I saw in this garden in Portland.

I stared at the garden bed for at least ten minutes, just trying to decide.  Big tub pond here? With a bench around it maybe? But where to get a big tub like that? And it is far from electricity (if one wanted a burbler in it).

to tub or not to tub

A big tub with a curved bench in front, where people could sit some distance from the campfire, would be amazing.

I finally dumped the load of compost onto the old hosta bed because I did not want to waste it on a bed that might get transformed.

old hosta bed with ALL the mulch

Allan returned, well satisfied with his Tall Ships sailing experience.  As a reward for much garden and painting progress, and because the evening was almost windless, we had a campfire dinner.

It has been an enormous relief to get my home gardening energy back.  One large factor has been that my foot is hurting much less than during midsummer, when it made it impossible to do much on days off but sit and kvetch and read.

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 16 September 2017

Much as I wanted to just stay home in my garden, we felt morally compelled to attend this Indivisible North Coast Oregon event in Astoria:

“Bring your signs and American flags, and show support for the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program, which Trump has vowed to end. Sometimes called dreamers, these young people were brought here by their parents when their children were in some cases infants.

INCO is holding this non-violent, peaceful event in accordance with the law. We ask participants to not engage in any act of violence or violate any applicable law, to avoid confrontations with those who disagree, to obey the orders of law enforcement authorities, and to follow the guidance of INCO’s coordinators at this event. Our goal remains to defend democracy and build community.”

an early arrival with some extra signs

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

(An aside: Filling in letters makes a sign read better.)

Allan’s photo

I was hoping more would turn out for this very specific protest. (Allan’s photo)

We did cover all four corners. (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Joan from KMUN community radio was interviewing for a show.

I stood by a woman from South Bend, Stephanie, whom I had already noticed on our local Facebook groups.  With a shared passion for the rally and a love of cats and gardening, we had much to discuss.

Stephanie’s photo.  This sign has proved appropriate for a number of different rallies.

We got lots of approving honks and thumbs up and waves.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

The driver (and the dog?) gave us a thumbs up.

Allan’s photo

We also got some thumbs down, at least one “Fuck you!”, and one middle aged white man who leaned out the passenger window practically frothing at the mouth as he yelled at us, “Get out! GET OUT!”

An enormous cruise ship was docked by the town.  One gentleman cruiser strolling by said “You are all welcome to move to Canada.”  He was not being sarcastic, not being one of those “Love it or leave it!” types.  He really was from Canada and agreed with us.

The rally, scheduled for one hour, went on for an hour and a half.  We were almost the last to go, except for Steve whose task it was to pick up all extra signs.

Steve and Allan

Two more events were to follow the rally, going on until 8 PM: A film about immigration and a Celebration of Hispanic Culture.  From an article in the Daily Astorian: “The Hispanic Council had considered canceling this year’s heritage celebration in light of current politics.

“There’s not much for the Hispanic community to celebrate this year,” said Jorge Gutierrez, the council’s executive director.

But, he and others ultimately concluded it was the right time to come together. Besides, the folk dance group had been practicing hard.  ”  The event had the highest turnout of any council event for the past few years.  Many from the rally stayed through the day but….I was longing to get home and do some gardening.

Allan and I did think we might have lunch at the Blue Scorcher before departing Astoria.

Some handsome houses on the way:

I love the flags on the porch.

line of coleus by the sidewalk

hillside garden

Above the Blue Scorcher/Fort George Brewery building, I walked through the public garden cared for by Jessica Schlief.

grapes!

hardy fuchsia and ornamental oregano

hops

Meanwhile, Allan had looked at the historical area next door, which tells a terrible story when considered from the point of view of the first people to live here.  I find this sign quite disturbing, except for the Garden of Eden part.  Allan points out that it was “written in a different age”.

A more multicultural sort of history:

 

We went down the ramp inside the brewery to get to the Blue Scorcher…which was simply too crowded to find a seat.

In the Blue Scorcher: Perhaps the cruise ship accounted for busy restaurants; Fort George was also full.

We decided to walk five or so blocks west to accomplish a goal: trying out the food trucks.

a sign along the way

The Garden of Surging Waves is also on the way.

Of the food trucks, two were closed, and one had a limited menu.

Fortunately, I especially wanted to try the Snackle Box.

When I admired the paint colour, the owner told me that she had had a house and a car painted that blue, her “happy colour”, and that someday the Snackie Box will become a reading and writing shed in her garden.

Bánh mì (Vietnamese sandwich) and lumpia (a Filipino treat).

A spam treat evoked Hawaii. (Allan’s photo)

I am glad we had that delightful meal before the weather turned autumnal and blustery.

Now for the five block walk back to our van.  I did wish I had brought my cane on our spontaneous lunch excursion.

street planters including a ginko tree (background)

We saw a garden by the Senior Center that spoke to me of Jessica Schlief.  She later told me that she does not do this one.  A volunteer from the Senior Center works on this steep garden by attaching a rope to their van, parked above!  She told me there’s an article about it, and I found it here. It is an excellent read.  Excerpt: “There are five tow ropes. Three are attached to a metal guardrail and the fourth to the open door of the Astoria Senior Center bus. The fifth is wrapped around Larry Allen’s torso to form a harness.

“At 75 years old, I’m finally getting to do what I wanted to do,” he says as he bends down to pat the dirt around a patch of young sunflowers.

Over the past year, Allen has built a garden perched above the Senior Center, turning a rocky, weedy wall into a tiny gem.”

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

container at the Senior Center door

Allan’s photo

a sign stuck in at a parking lot by the Astoria co op

Allan’s photo

Allan noticed a garden shed high up on a hill over where we parked.

Driving down Marine Drive toward the bridge, I was amused but could not get a good photo of a cargo ship called Ultra Bulk.

Cruise ship people enjoying the River Walk

The cruise ship dwarfed an old waterfront hotel.

Finally we arrived back in Ilwaco.  Instead of going straight home, I felt that (while Allan ran a shed-repair related errand)  I needed some September market photos for the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page.  Could be my last chance if the rest of the month has windy Saturdays.

Ilwaco Saturday Market

Salt Pub

My black lab, Bertie Woofter, used to make that same face.

Oh! The port office hanging baskets are gone.

Don Nisbett Gallery’s baskets still look fine.

De Asis Produce

On the way home, I got to pet Rudder next door.

I was too worn out to accomplish any great gardening plans.

east gate view of back garden

All I did was place a tarp and a pallet behind a tree for the new wood pile.

Frosty helped with the tarp folding.

Skooter in the gear shed yard next door.

the last of the old firewood area

Allan continued to tear off shakes and to putty old nail holes.

At dusk, we had a fire before the rain.

hardy fuchsias at dusk

roasted corn on the cob for dinner (Allan’s photo)

If Sunday or Monday bring rain, we will have three more days off.  We are entering an easy stretch of work, post-tourist season and pre-fall clean up and bulb time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday, 25 August 2017

I felt more like sleeping, followed by blogging, rather than weeding and planting.  My first excuse was that the weather was in the mid 70s.

Smokey helped with blogging…

…which immediately exhausted him.

I felt guilty about not gardening till Allan told me I was resting my foot.  He watered the post office garden, for which we had run out of time last night, and saw this:

Grasshopper says it’s late summer.

In the late afternoon, our friend and former client Lorna arrived for a planned visit with her son, daughter in law, and grandchildren.  Lorna used to own Andersen’s RV park and now lives in Seattle.

Ellie heading straight to the bogsy woods to see if the fairy doors were still there.

Lorna’s observant son commented on the ‘Seashells’ cosmos….

and the pink turtleheads.

Lorna noticed the bright hips on Rosa moyesii.

entering the bogsy woods (Allan’s photo)

When we got to the bogsy woods bridge, Lorna’s son asked if the river was right past the willows.  I told him that was a most insightful question because it used to be riverbank before the port was built two blocks out on fill in the 50s.  He said it feels like the river should be there.  I liked that.  (If the river were right there, I’d have a view point clipped out through the willows.)

Ellie revisiting the fairy doors, which she had last seen in 2012.

The children loved the Impatiens balsamina, a noxious but delightful weed whose seeds pop with vigor.  I grow a tiny patch of it in the middle of the garden for the amusement of visitors (and I don’t let it escape).

Grown ups like it, too.

it was noted that the cup tree has a resident (one snail)

The dogwood propellors were a hit. My hand was unsteady.

Before they left, they had to smell the 7 Up Plant (Stachys ‘Hidalgo) and the peanut butter plant (Melianthus major).  Lorna told me later that when they left for home on Sunday, Josh exlaimed, “I want to see the peanut butter plant!”

After this excellent visit, it was time to go to

The Cove Restaurant

for our North Beach Garden Gang dinner with Dave and Melissa.

a painted rock found outside

Flowers in the foyer were provided by Todd, including some glads from corms I had given him.

Ed Strange and Todd joined us for dinner.  Todd brought zucchinis for all; his dad has now grown and given away 950 zukes (a specially nice one with a thin, tender peel) this summer so far, from 54 plants.

delicious dinner salad

lasagna

Ed puts off an incoming phone call.

Saturday, 26 September 2017

After much sleep, followed by news reading, I felt we should go to the Saturday market, as I had taken no August photos of it for the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page—partly because we’d had events on at least one Saturday and partly because of my sore foot.  Today was my last chance for August market photos.   We procrastinated till almost three because the weather was in the upper 70s.

I thought the gardens looked good as we approached.

looking west on Howerton Avenue

This dog did not like hats!

Once I removed my hat, he was a happy, friendly dog.

Port Office garden

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

mushroom (toadstool?) solar lights at Suzy Q’s Magical Glass

Salt Hotel and Pub and OleBob’s Café

tiny birdhouse ornaments from Wood Turnings

hot and windy

cheeeeese

Allan bought some peaches.

Allan’s photo

These are marshmallow guns. (Allan’s photo)  I am mystified as to how they work.

At home again, I did the tiniest bit of gardening by weeding some planters and adding worm castings to the top of the soil.

Frosty helping

Devery arrived home.  I gave her some zukes and a cuke (and a pepper) and she gave us half of a blackberry pie that she had made from blackberries growing against the next door garage.

Devery’s home made pie

Of course, I then had to go next door to see Royal.

Royal seemed happy to see me.

Devery’s begonias

Frosty, who had followed me over, was eager to make friends with Royal.  Both Frosty and his brother Smokey grew up with dogs and quite like nice ones.

headbutting

We heard voices out front, and there were the J’s, with new puppy Julius Caesar.

Jay, Julius, and Junior (who also got petted)

In the background, you can see that Allan has loaded his boat in preparation for boating tomorrow.

I did manage to run four of the sprinklers in the evening.

Skooter demands a toll of petting as I go to turn on the faucet.

Allan went out to work for two hours.

pruning at CoHo Charters (before)

after

And watering at the Ilwaco Community Building, which can only be done when it is closed.  Someone repaired the concrete that was broken last week.

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Not only was the weather 79 hot degrees, but I had an almost overdue book which I needed to finish.

This certainly spoke to me, as my Social Security will be less than that:

at a campaign rally

I didn’t have much left to read in that excellent book and could not resist reading another one, a gift from Allan that was as much photos as text, The Making of Dunkirk (the recent film).

This inspired some reading of articles online.  I think this short video is especially good and moving.

I did finally go out and managed to plant all of four plants.

In the background is my bright new Thuja ‘Forever Goldie’ from Westport Winery nursery.

And a ‘Full Moon’ Japanese maple from Westport Winery, probably not in enough sun…but in the place where I can see it from the front window.

The wind had knocked tall plants askew in the front garden.

Veronicastrum now sideways.

cardoon at eye level instead of towering overhead

Skooter avoiding the sun

Somehow the many garden projects I intended to do today, like moving a big tatty daylily to make room for more new plants and saving some poppy seeds into a bucket did not happen.  When I walked back to the bogsy woods to arrange a sprinkler, half an hour before sunset, I noticed sheets of bindweed on the east fence by the neighboring gear shed.  I definitely would have addressed THAT problem if I had seen it earlier in the weekend.  Now it will have to wait four more days.

Pam Fleming, Seaside gardener, sent this photo of a charming bouquet picked by flower expert Prissy:

photo by Pam Fleming

Tomorrow: Allan’s Sunday boating

 

 

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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.

bodyoftruth

 

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

Allan’s photo

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.

Allan’s photo

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.


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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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