Thursday, 23 February 2017
I had complete faith, when I saw the fairly decent weather, that we could complete three more spring clean ups today.
The Red Barn
our good friend Rosie (Allan’s photo)
at The Red Barn Arena
Rosie loves eating hoof trimmings
We care for five containers and a narrow garden bed at the barn.
We unhooked the trailer in order to go next door to Diane’s garden; her driveway was too full to turn around with our full rig.
At the barn, we had learned from Diane that the new septic still has not been installed. That means that re-doing her roadside garden won’t happen till perhaps the end of March.
The trees have been cut down along the roadside garden and the stumps will be removed. The county mowing truck mowed down the heathers and rosemary, the only plants we left behind when we dismantled the garden last fall….probably because it no longer looked like a garden (and it is part of the roadside verge).
Diane reminded me that I had spoken of pruning her old blueberries. We removed 1/3 of the old growth, hoping to encourage better berrying.
Allan had a long walk, twice, back to the debris pile at the barn.
Klipsan Beach Cottages
We made our second spring clean up trip to KBC to cut back the ferns.
Denny, Mary, and Bella
east end of pond island bed, before and after trimming ferns
by cottage eight, before and after (Allan’s photos)
Allan rescued St. Francis.
the dog memorial garden for Misty, Debbie, and Raven
the first narcissi in the A Frame garden
I never did get to KBC over the winter to read more cottage journals. I got too entrenched in my reading chair at home. Maybe next winter.
The temperature had dropped drastically. We were glad to be done.
a dreamy garden
In the van, just before leaving, I checked my messages and saw that Our Kathleen had sent me a real estate link. Although we are not house hunting, she knows we like to see interesting properties.
Here is the link.
“This is so much more than 4 vacant land parcels. Enter the gates and you enter a private garden like no other. 100s of plants in containers, a grove of bamboo, mature trees and beautiful one-off gazebos and garden features. All of this is anchored by a grand pavilion made from steel and found materials in the grand style of The Rural Studio and Samuel Mockbee. The site features a private well, 2 RV cleanouts, 100amp power, sleeping area, kitchen and bathroom, and 40′ steel storage container.”
I swiped these three photos, because I suppose at some time the real estate listing will go away.
a party from the past
I had to see, so we drove about fifty blocks north, only to find another aspect of the property’s perfection:
It has two big gated driveways and you cannot see in, at all—complete privacy.
Allan stood on a bucket and said no one was there. He took some photos over the gate…because I was desperate to see inside and I was too sore from work to stand on a bucket.
It is glorious.
Even though there is no house in there, the description included a sleeping area, kitchen, and bathroom. Oh, if I were even five years younger…I feel too old to uproot my Ilwaco garden.
While fantasizing about living in the 40 foot storage container, I had to firmly remind myself of the advantages of living near a bookstore, post office, library, hospital, and Salt Pub. And yet…this one will haunt me for awhile. It had 4000 more square feet than our property does. I did some online snooping and found the owners are just a bit more than a decade older than us. That increased my feeling of being too old to move.
Maybe you can buy it and invite us over.
Tonight, Our Kathleen was in town for our weekly North Beach Garden Gang meeting. Sadly, Dave and Melissa were unable to attend.
Our Kathleen (Allan’s photo)
smoked tuna melt
vanilla creme brulee
We stayed till after closing time, as I figured we would, and that is why I skipped a blogging day. I was so tired that I forgot to erase three more jobs from the workboard until the following morning.
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