Posts Tagged ‘Ilwaco Saturday Market’

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


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


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.


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)


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.)


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


Allan’s photo


The lines were long at the food booths.



plants for sale


at one of the plant booths


the cutest booth of all


port office garden


tied as a result of recent windstorm


Purly Shell Fiber Arts spinning demonstration


Frilly lamps at Suzy Q’s Magical Glass


Salt Hotel and Pub



booths with a view


Charter fishing


fresh produce


Northwest Naturals


Northwest Naturals


another garden booth


Blue Coast Farm


another booth featuring plants.


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.




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


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.



Holiday Friends.  They were good.


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


Allan’s photo, featuring our curbside garden


appreciative audience


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo


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


I popped into Time Enough Books…


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


in Time Enough Books


port office garden


Don Nisbett Art Gallery


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.


Thank you, Jenna!


classic fairway treat


a growing crowd as dusk settles in


Smoked Salmon Chowder (Allan’s photo)


This chowder is delicious (Allan’s photo)


good accessorizing

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





Aallotar, built in 1926 or 7



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


view of the marina

High tide made the reflections especially good this year.





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.





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











the grand finale

After the fireworks comes the traffic jam…


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





Northwest Natural made a waterfall of their concrete leaves.



asparagus from De Asis Farm


all shopped out


the cutest booth



Our port office garden (and Basket Case Greenhouse baskets)


The Wood Elf



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


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.


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!”


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



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


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.


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



our bouquet for the event


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.)


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.



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


looking west, Time Enough Books garden


poppy and penstemon


looking east


coming home


evening light


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.


Allan’s photo

Some of the curbside gardens on Marine Drive:



the best one…


by Jessica Schlief


O Jessica, what is this?


Jessica’s garden


poppies and cerinthe

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


with salal


and just plain weeds

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




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.


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


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.)


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

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


Allan’s photo


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


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo


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.


Allan’s photo



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



Allan’s photo

I was pleased to make it to downtown.


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.



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





Allan’s photo


We bought a hummingbird sculpture.


Allan’s photo



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


Sean’s photo


Allan is in this photo, too.


plants for sale (Allan’s photo)

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





Pasta Puttenesca for me


squash ravioli for Allan


back to where we began


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.




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.


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…



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.


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.


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:


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:


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):


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


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




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.


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


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.


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


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.



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.






Allan worked on the bowl project.


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.)


serve all

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



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.



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.


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.


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


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.


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.


at the Ilwaco Community Building

Sorry, Skooter, campfires are still forbidden.


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


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



Allan's photos, before


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)


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.


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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