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I could get used to three days off, and then it would not seem like such a momentous event.  For now, it is still a new and exciting twist to our lives.  I even left the property on one of the days.

Saturday, 30 August 2014

I woke at nine thirty to the sound of intense wind and had immediate sympathy for the vendors down at the Saturday Market.  The tents are hard to handle during wind.  I checked my local weather and learned the gusts were up to 22 mph.  Sure enough, later on when I walked through the market, about a third of the vendors had given up and gone home during that hour of wind.  It’s a shame they could not hold on, or wait it out in their vehicles, and the weather was pleasant from noon onwards.

a rather empty market on a big tourist weekend (Labor Day)

a rather empty market on a big tourist weekend (Labor Day)

peppers at De Asis produce

peppers at De Asis produce

lilies for sale

lilies for sale, and puddle evidence of overnight rain

flowers from The English Nursery

flowers from The English Nursery

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My real mission was to meet Garden Tour Nancy for lunch at Olde Towne Café.  On the way, I passed the storage yard for old boats and for the first time ever I saw the gate open.  Of course, I nopped in for a closer look.

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Wouldn't this make a great garden shed?

Wouldn’t this make a great garden shed?

Outside the fence, a family looks at a very old boat.

Outside the fence, a family looks at a very old boat.

a poignant sight

a poignant sight

on the way to Olde Towne, a planter and building do a colour echo

on the way to Olde Towne, a planter and building do a colour echo

I’m planning to take the catmint out of the planters, as it goes through an awkard stage in midsummer and takes up too much room.  It looks awfully good right now though.

At Olde Towne, Allan happened to come in and sat with his friend Chris to talk of boats (of course); Chris is the one who gave Allan the little sailboat that he takes out on Black Lake.

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boat talk

Nancy and I talked about garden tours, gardens, chickens, and what makes us happy.

After I got home, I did not set foot off my property for two and a half days, and that makes me quite happy indeed.

I admired some of my many hardy fuchsias:

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DebRon's Black Cherry

DebRon’s Black Cherry

Chillerton Beauty

Chillerton Beauty

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and other plants:

clematis heracleifolia 'New Love'

clematis new love

Chelone (pink turtlehead)

Chelone (pink turtlehead)

Persicaria 'Firetail'

Persicaria ‘Firetail’

a late, lone flower on Mermaid rose

a late, lone flower on Mermaid rose

I noted that the cat quotation is not entirely blocked by the new support for their platform.

I noted that the cat quotation is not entirely blocked by the new support for their platform.  But you can’t read that it is by Beverly Nichols.

I even tackled some very late afternoon weeding, digging the chives that had in such a silly way seeded themselves in a shade garden.  It looks much better without them.

also pulled about a million forget me not starts

also pulled about a million forget me not starts

Allan’s day was spent in a leisurely way of doing errands and little things like moving the house numbers so they show, since I planted a conifer in front of them and it grew.  Oops.

On the way to and from the post office, he had the pleasure if seeing the Ilwaco tortoise that lives in a private yard.  Neither of us have seen it this close up before; it came right up to the fence.

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The tortoise moved very fast when it decided to return to the back yard.

The tortoise moved very fast when it decided to return to the back yard.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Island Lake

Allan went boating on Island Lake with his styrofoam boat (that I disrespectfully call the picnic cooler boat).

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Looking north with island in background.

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Looking south.

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Leaving the launch. I had the lake to myself on a very pleasant sunny Labor Day Sunday.

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Approaching the peninsula that makes the lake look half the size it is.

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Over half the lake seemed less than 3 feet so I steered with the oars leaving the daggerboard & rudder in the bow. Over fifty years of dents on the styrofoam hull from my dad and the scouts he loaned it to.

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The shallow passage around the peninsula

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Checking out something unusual on the northwest shoreline.

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a shipwreck by the shore of the lake

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This is the north shore of Island Lake. I couldn’t find a dry place to beach and check out Lost Lake to the north. For a sense of scale, the ‘shipwreck’ is up on the left. I tied up (reefed) the sail to make rowing upwind easier.

The north shore with the sunken hull on the left

Looking south from the north shore. I need to row home and start the fire for dinner.

rose wind sock that flies from the boat

The rose wind sock that indicates wind direction.

A visitor from Portland with a camper and a kayak helped carry the hull back.

A visitor from Portland with a camper and a kayak helped me load.

Meanwhile, at home:

I woke up and started to debate with myself again about a certain clump of salmonberry back by the bogsy woods:  Should I cut it or not?

The one to the left.  It looks extra tatty.

The one to the left. It looks extra tatty.

I cut it.

I cut it.

I think I liked it better to have the salmonberry there.  Cutting it is not a problem in the long run, as it will grown back and look fresher and greener next year.  Allan says we could plant something better there; however, I feel the root clump will be just about impossible to remove.  He is welcome to have a go at it with the pick.

Speaking of how “When you cut it, you can’t put it back”, I went too far cutting the poky sharp rose by the rain barrel at the back corner of the house, and spoiled the feeling of surprise when you all of a sudden come through between shed and house and see the back garden. Fortunately, it, too, will grow back.

You can see too much from here now.

You can see too much from here now.

I decided to have a fire so mowed the lawn first.

our fire circle

our fire circle

Two thirds of the way through, the mower seized up from too much wet grass and I was not sure how to clean it.  There is a certain way of tipping it that floods the carburetor…or some such thing.  So I got my mom’s little rechargeable electric mower to finish.  I was reminded why we gave in to buying the gas powered mower.

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difference in cutting height; the lowest height on the electric one is not low enough for my taste.

difference in cutting width; the electric requires more passes.

difference in cutting width; the electric requires more passes.

As you can tell, I was having a very exciting day.  I managed to get the fire started even though my wilderness survival skills are low.

At last, some flames!

At last, some flames!

For the rest of the late afternoon,  I fed the fire with twigs and bits of dried salmonberry and alder wood, and sat and admired my view of the garden (facing north, as the wind was from the south, unusually so).

Helianthus 'Lemon Queen' on the east fence

Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ on the east fence

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looking from my chair toward the west fence

Allan returned and we had a typical campfire dinner of beer from local North Jetty Brewing, hot dogs and chips (crisps).

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It's incredibly relaxing to watch a campfire burn out.

It’s incredibly relaxing to watch a campfire burn out.

Monday, 1 September, 2014

Allan went off to see a boating event in South Bend; it needs its own post, as he took lots of photos.  I’ll make it into a bonus post for today, publishing this evening.  While he was gone, I weeded a bit, visiting for a long while with J9 when she came over (and shared some Yukon Gold potatoes and some tomatoes), and weeded some more, and took only this one photo.  I distinctly recall digging out these huge clumps of Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ last fall and moving them to the east fence, and yet here they are again.

They came back.

They came back.

When he returned, Allan loaded the salmonberry debris into the trailer to be disposed of tomorrow, and cut two lower branches off of Nora’s maple tree, one dead and one hanging low over our fence.  Oh dear, once again, I re-learned the sad lesson that once you cut it, you can’t put it back.  I had just been thinking of the shade for my east garden bed, not of how that bit of foliage hid the view of a big house way up on the hill.  (Eventually, the flowering currant underneath will thrive in the extra sun and grow up to fill that space.)

I’ve been reading a book called Eden on Their Minds, recommended in the Danger Garden blog.

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This quotation by Louise Goodall Smith of Birmingham, Alabama, spoke to me of my various efforts in the garden this weekend:

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Saturday, 9 August 2014

After we toured the vintage trailer rally at the Sou’wester Lodge, we went to the Saturday Market briefly. I had given up on the idea of two days off without leaving my property (having been lured out by the trailers) so I went along and stopped by the Ilwaco Hospitality Center to see an art exhibit by the daughter of our friend Don Nisbett.

Brandie Nisbett's art exhibit

Brandie Nisbett’s art exhibit

The sunflower tile appealed to me and I am not sure why I did not just buy it.  Perhaps it is for sale in Don's art gallery.

The sunflower tile appealed to me and I am not sure why I did not just buy it. Perhaps it is for sale in Don’s art gallery.

at the market, some garden decor

at the market, some garden decor

and a lily purchase

and a lily purchase

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

fresh veg from De Asis farm

fresh veg from De Asis farm (Allan’s photo)

and from Blue Coast Farm

and from Blue Coast Farm (Allan’s photo)

Pink Poppy Bakery was not there today; fortunately, we knew that in advance so no disappointment ensued.

On the way home, Allan photographed one of the classic old boats in the boat storage yard.

On the way home, Allan photographed one of the classic old boats in the boat storage yard.

The excursions had taken a big chunk out of the day. I forced myself to weed in the front garden, a difficult task because the wind was extremely annoying…quite cold and from the north at about 25 mph. Passersby on Lake Street marveled at how windy it was.

Allan decided to empty out two of the compost bins, mostly created with kitchen scraps from Olde Towne Café (when I regularly mention that we are switching compost buckets).

inside one of the compost bins (Allan's photo)

inside one of the compost bins (Allan’s photo)

delicious stuff

delicious stuff

He got it into buckets and I spread it around, hoping the smell would go away by the following evening when we intended to have a campfire.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

While I continued to weed, Allan did a bit of work (watered Larry and Robert’s garden, five doors down) and did some painting on an old boat (I call it the picnic cooler because it is made out of styrofoam) and then drove up the Peninsula to get a look at possible launch places for boating. He checked out Island Lake, which is to the east of Loomis Lake.

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His conclusion: “It’s a paddling lake, not a sailing lake, so I would take the styrofoam boat; it looked like I could see from one end to the other, and it is surrounded by woods. It looked bigger on the map.”

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Meanwhile, I got a big pot out of this space:

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I have turned this area over to Allan for additional space for his garden.

and had put the pot here, with Melianthus major 'Antenow's Blue' in it, after removing a volunteer forsythia shrub.

and had put the pot here, with Melianthus major ‘Antenow’s Blue’ in it, after removing a volunteer forsythia shrub.

I saw a Melianthus grown pretty successfully in a pot at Floramagoria in Portland, so here’s hoping. I had carried it around hopelessly a couple of weeks ago and could not find a good spot for it at ground level. I pulled enough weeds in the back garden to fill the garbage can and covered some odiferous compost with some soil energy mulch, because we were expecting company.

Luanne from Olde Towne arrived at 6 PM and we had a lovely campfire and hot dogs and some coal-baked corn.

evening light on the garden from my campfire seat

evening light on the garden from my campfire seat

me and Luanne (Allan's photo, of course)

me and Luanne (Allan’s photo, of course)

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The wind had been tiresome during the day and continued to be so in the evening; at least it was not as bad as Saturday and did not make our evening impossible. Luanne and I had both heard the same thing from our dads: “Smoke follows beauty.”

the garden in evening

the garden in evening

towering lilies

towering lilies

I told Luanne that I had thought of maybe putting the fire area closer to the house; she said it was nice having it in the far back garden because it really felt more like camping.

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We should have fires more often.

We should and could have fires more often.

Luanne went home at dark because she is an early riser, and then the super moon arose.

over Jared and Jessika's house to our east...

over Jared and Jessika’s house to our east…

over the greenhouse...

over the greenhouse…

over the lilies in the back garden...

over the lilies in the back garden…

Back in the house, I said to Allan that I had been thinking…since he is 61 and a half and I am 59 and a half…that maybe we should start taking four day weekends. We probably can’t do it during annuals planting he…. time, and we probably can’t do it during bulb planting time, but surely now through bulb time we might manage it. We may regret it financially in the future, said I, but the very prospect of more time off made him light up like the sun.

The watering schedule makes it so we can’t really count on three days off, as we have to water Long Beach and Ilwaco planters about every third day and must work on resort and town gardens toward the end of the week so they look good for the weekend. Still, even if the three days are not always in a row, it would sure be a wonderful change.

 

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