Posts Tagged ‘Long Beach Peninsula’

Monday, 28 March 2016

I awoke early (for me) and could not go back to sleep till I had called the neurologist’s office in Aberdeen.  His office person put him on the phone within thirty seconds; my timing had been perfect, and he had wonderful news: The MRI and ultrasound showed no tumor, no strokes, nothing at all bad in the old brain, and my carotid arteries are in perfect tune.  My happiness was not even slightly tempered by my chronic “dizziness” (lightheadedness, not the spinning of vertigo)  being still a mystery.  I still have the occasional very weird feeling of my right side head and right side foot BOTH feeling whirly inside at the same time.  I thought I’d mention that in case a reader says “Oh, I have that, too, and it’s _____”.

Next week brings another scary medical test (I fear not the test itself but the potential for bad results) but for now, I am free this week to get lots of work done without having to make another trip to the wise and highly rated doc two hours away in Aberdeen.

My plan today had been to weed the Ilwaco boatyard garden.  Perhaps my burst of happy energy changed my mind and sent us to the beach approach garden instead.  My conscious thought was that it is better to do beach approach day, boatyard day, then back to beach approach because the approach garden is SO tedious that it’s better to not do it two days in a row.

At the post office, we got a great big box from Heirloom Old Garden Roses, too big to haul around all day so we went back home to unpack it.



Allan’s photo: boxes inside boxes


Allan’s photo: Jude the Obscure, Westmoreland, Mme Alfred Carriere

Inside were three excellent roses, including Jude the Obscure which I’ve long admired at Klipsan Beach Cottages…but not Mary Rose, the one I had especially meant to order for Kitty Mary’s grave.  I think I got distracted by climbers and forgot to tick the correct box.  Good thing I know nothing is wrong in my brain or I would wonder.  I called them up and ordered Mary Rose to come all on her own.  Heirloom Roses used to sell the tiniest of roses, all of which grew and did well for me. Over the years, something has changed and now they offer gallon size, as you can see.  They sell ONLY own root roses, about which they say:

Heirloom Roses does no budding or grafting at our nursery.  Unlike the majority of rose growers in the US. we sell only own-root, virus-free roses. Our roses are first-year cuttings that are grown from a leaf cutting taken from a “mother” or “stock” plant. Own-root roses may be smaller when purchased, but quickly catch up to grafted roses (which are usually sold as two-year-old plants).

  • Own-root roses are hardier than grafted roses because their crown has not been weakened.  The bud union of a grafted rose is vulnerable to cold and can be easily damaged during a hard winter.
  • Own-root roses come back true to variety if frozen to the ground, because they have their own root system. Winter kill is less likely.
  • Own-root roses are shaplier because they send up shoots from their own roots. This creates a fuller plant over time, which adds to increased vigor, bloom, and life expectancy.
  • Own-root roses have no rootstock suckers, meaning more energy is sent to the main plant.

Rose 'Jude the Obscure'

I look forward to having Jude the Obscure in my own garden and, by next week, Mary Rose. I was, in fact, with Mary Caldwell of Klipsan Beach the day she bought her Jude the Obscure in person at Heirloom Roses.


Onyx watching the unpacking of roses


Onyx’s eyes are similar in hue to Acanthus Hollard’s Gold.

Long Beach

We picked up one of my grandma’s scrapbooks which had been on loan to our friend Wendy at Beach Dog.


Beach Dog’s impressive pair of gunneras.

Then, to work, first with some deadheading at City Hall….


city hall north side


Just west of city hall: Starvation Alley organic cranberry juice tasting room

…and then  out to the Bolstad beach approach garden to weed one more of the thirteen sections..


the long narrow Bolstad garden


before: 12:15 PM


before (Allan’s photo)


before (Allan’s photo)


Allan’s photo


Someone had left these, perhaps in excitement at approaching the beach. (Allan’s photo)


almost done, with a big mess to clean up (Allan’s photo)


a difficult and thorny job (Allan’s photo)


cleaning up (Allan’s photo)


after, 5:45 PM, weeds out, roses beaten back from the edges


sweeping up

Today the job still took ages, 5.5 hours (11 total) and yet felt less daunting, perhaps because of the good news I had had in the morning.



After dumping the debris at city works, we planted three plants at Fifth Street Park, and a start of a white geranium macrorrhizum at the mortuary garden.


Fifth Street: One variegated symphytum, welcome to run all around this corner (Allan’s photo)


lavenders into planters


Lavender ‘Madrid Blue’ which I pray does not get stolen (with Viola ‘Etain’, Allan’s photo

The air had become chilly, changing my mind about planting some seeds at the Ilwaco Community Building.

The Depot Restaurant

was an appealing place to warm up with a good meal.


Tulip ‘Gavota’ looks good against brick and against red paint.


Depot garden (Allan’s photo)


Depot garden (Allan’s photo)


in the Depot, at the end of the bar


Depot Restaurant wilted spinach salads



halibut on sausage gumbo with basmati rice


sunsetting at the end of the Seaview approach road, past the Sou’wester (left)


Allan deadheaded a window box on his way out.


We paused in the big port parking lot to admire the southeastern sky over the port buildings.


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo

  A guest photo:  

Our friend Michelle drove across the four mile long Astoria-Megler Bridge today and posted this photo of how the clouds were so low that vehicles were above the clouds on the Columbia River.  Re the bridge, she writes: “I’ve grown used to it. 8 years ago, I held my breath all the way over.”


photo by Michelle Zinkevicz

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1995 (age 70):

March 28:  Planted all begonias in pots and in trays etc.  I have to figure out a new way to label bulbs in color etc.  The ones I marked last fall are all mixed up.  Next job will be to check over dahlia bulbs to see which ones made it through the winter.

1998 (age 73):

March 28:  2:00-5:00  It was cold today so I stayed in until 2:00.  Then the sun came out.  I went out planning to weed in front but worked in strawberries instead.  Last week I decided it will be easier just to dig the berry plants because most need to be divided so I dug plants out of one row.  I can’t decide if I should leave area empty until Ron comes to till or whether to replant berry rows as soon as I can.


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Monday, 7 March 2016

Although I had every intention of staying home and working on the scrapbook blog, I did have an errand to run: delivering one of the scrapbooks to a friend who has access to good scanning equipment and wishes to scan the pictures that appeal to her most.  Just in case the weather changed, I asked Allan to put the work trailer on.


Three danes at the Beachdog office, where our friend works.


Wendy appreciates how cool the scrapbooks are.


love these doggies

Surprisingly, even though we had left the house in rain, the sun emerged, so we went to city works, filled all our buckets with mulch, and fluffed up the garden in the northeast quadrant of Fifth Street Park.





all fluffed up


Allan mulched in the SE quadrant.

More sun called for more mulch.  On the way back to City Works, we paused to weed the little monument garden at Culbertson Park.





More buckets of mulch improved the west side of Fifth Street Park.


Next came the deadheading of the Long Beach welcome sign.



I did the front side, and Allan the back (or the “welcome” side and the “thank you” side).  I had said to shear back the flowers.  Unfortunately, there was a misunderstanding.


Allan’s sheared narcissi, to the left


my version of sheared narcissi

This will be an interesting experiment to see if cutting the foliage all the way back will prevent the bottomed-out clumps from blooming vigorously next year.  Don’t try this at home.

I am thinking of moving a lot of these narcissi into a park, as they are too tall for the front and the old foliage wants to hide the new tulips that got planted behind.  Next fall I could replant with the shortest cultivars.



after, front


back (Allan’s photo)



Just as we finished (both doing the job and having an argy bargy re what it means to “shear” plants), the wind picked up considerably, so we headed home.

We swung round the port gardens to see how those narcissi are doing.


Ilwaco boatyard

The little area under the red sign has never looked better, although I did not want our van’s reflection in the photo.


Seeding some calendula in here did work!


Theron was just coming in.

Not many narcissi could be seen in the boatyard garden.  I hope people are heeding the “please leave the flowers for everyone to enjoy” signs.  Along the port was better, although still not as showy as I would like:


by Ilwaco Pavilion


by Wade Gallery


by the old Port Bistro

We got home with time to weed a bucket full of shotweed out of the center back yard garden.  (Allan scraped moss off the front sidewalk.) As I weeded, I had a revelation.  In her scrapbooks, my Grandma posted over the years several clippings showing ponds with stone edges.





I had shared this dream but, like my grandma, had never realized it.  My former Ilwaco garden had a lovely natural pond, and in this one, I had not been able to figure out a place to put a pond like any of the above.  Today came the revelation to put it in the center bed!

It would echo the water in the water boxes:


So should it go toward the end, where the sundial is?


Oh! The sundial could even sit IN it like in an overflow pond in my old garden.


lower pond in my old garden

Or should it be behind the sun dial?  I could transplant the Geranium ‘Rozanne’ stream to open up and encircle the sides of the new pond.


decision: set back aways or at the end??  And how to make it!???


Meanwhile, I have the water boxes and the bogsy wood rain puddle.

I also decided that I had to move that Hamemelis ‘Glowing Embers’ that I had planted too close to the Allan’s narrow grass path.  Brainstorm:  I moved the columnar silver Salix up there.  The Hamemelis went up by the front fence, after another one had been dug up and moved to under the purple leaved plum tree.


I hope Salix ‘Silver Column’ lives up to its name.

And then the rain came in earnest.


Smokey ran for the porch!

And out came a double rainbow.


looking east on Lake Street


The pot of gold was on School Hill.

Allan’s photos:





The weather calls for two days of rain…good days to work on scrapbook blog, I hope.  I have an MRI and an ultrasound scheduled for next week so…TICK TOCK!  I have all the scrapbooks set up in 24 pre-scheduled blog posts except for the last one which, because it is a cloth book of mostly baby photos, is of less fascination to me so will be just one entry.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1997 (age 72):

March 7:  I started using the wood in the shed.  Instead of using wheelbarrow and piling it on the porch, I’m bringing in an armload right into the house.  The wood burns good but it also burns fast.

1998 (age 73):

March 7:  1:00-3:00  Cloudy and cool.  I moved the containers of spring bulbs over to the RR ties along patio path.  They were so heavy (the tall ones) that I had a headache in just a short while.  I shoveled the soil (mud) from the plastic into the empty containers and pulled plastic over the mushroom compost in back.



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Saturday, 5 March 2016

We woke to unexpectedly gorgeous weather and had to reboot our minds into the going to work mode. I had been planning a stormy day of working on my Grandma’s Scrapbooks blog.  And yet, belying the sunshine, I could see the full gale warning flag over the port office.

As we were leaving, Allan’s pal Chris drove up and invited him sailing.  It was not to be.


Chris off to a fun day

The Ilwaco post office garden is finally at last showing a little bit colour (other than green):


post office planter





Deadheading narcissi in Long Beach called to me, along with the “big popout” which, if accomplished, could be erased from the work board.

On the way north, I looked at an order acknowledgement from Gossler Farms and remembered that I had acquired a paperbark maple!  I need to get these planted after the alleged windstorm:


I had Allan drop me off at the south end of town and proceeded to work my way north while he went to the popout and, if time allowed, city hall’s garden.


starting the rounds of Long Beach, in practical and comfortable attire.


narcissi under the first tree



note to self: First Place Mall planter needs more soil.  And a lavender at this end…


…to match this one at the other end.


The deer are chomping some of the tulips on the southernmost block.

I’ll get the complaining out of the way first.  You can avoid it by just skipping to the rest of the flower photos.

Three planters in, I tried to cut some escallonia down but lacked the big loppers.


before, clippies too small!

 I’d have to leave it for the end of the day. After having been partially cut, it looked pretty lopsided and pitiful.  As I was struggling with this problem, with my back to the street, clipping, a truck drove so close I could feel a breeze, and a loud male voice yowled into my ear an obscene threat far more crude and would-be degrading than the usual street harassment, and believe me, I’ve heard plenty.  My reflexes are slow when taken by surprise.  I was unable to turn around to see what color the large vehicle was or to inform the nasty hateful wankers that I was old enough to be their grandma.  That is the comeback that popped into my mind;  I crave the age of invisibility.  By the time she was my age, 61, my grandmother’s hair was white.  Maybe that would help.  Can a hair salon turn my hair to old-woman white?  I wish.  I can guarantee that as the truck drove north, other women in town also were subjected to a catcall that was to “Hey Baby!!” as a flash flood is to a rivulet.  What must it be like to live inside of a mind that enjoys being so rude?

Further irksomeness plagued my day:  The spring on my clippers disappeared so that I had to manually open them each time.  The knee pain.  Lightheadedness.  The person who did not turn their headlights off while parking so that I was caught in a headache inducing sideways glare from one foot away (while bending over weeding a street tree).  All minor typical gardening woes (for me, anyway).

Halfway through town, an acquaintance passed me as I was crossing the street with my wheelie cart and bucket. He said “Ah, the homeless woman lugging her worldly goods through town.”  Now, I do not think he reads this blog, and if so, never mind, I know you were being funny and that you have no clue about the baggage I carry (in my wheelie cart?) on this topic.  Let me just say it was not helpful to the way I feel working in a crowded, public place like the bustling town of Long Beach.  If I could afford it, I would indulge my agoraphobia and leave my property only for dinners out and for garden tours.

Three blocks before the end of town, the rain came, and the wind.  Not the 60 mph wind yet, thank the cosmos.  I plugged along and got the job done, and Allan got the big popout and city hall done, and so it was a pretty good day after all.


Allan’s photos: big pop out, before










after.  I am very impressed.


hellebore at city hall (Allan’s photo)

Despite the intensely creepy parts of my day and despite the small annoyances, I had a rewarding time because of the flowers, and here are pictures to prove it (and some more work stream of consciousness).


narcissi, muscari, primula


deer chomped tulips 😦


crocus, primrose, and my agastaches are coming back (most of them), yay!




divided some dahlias out of that planter and put them in the one across the street


planted 96 more Tigridia (Mexican Shell Flower) in the planters


Most planters now have my beloved Tulipa sylvestris


tree garden by Thai restaurant.


I should tranplant some of this primula in other tree gardens.




and closer yet


Fifth Street


Uh oh, the deer have found the Fifth Street tulips.


Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ has come through the winter.


Asphodeline, so lovely, I need MORE.


Fifth Street Park got some lilies I’d forgotten to plant elsewhere.  It is unusual to see a double sprout on a newly bought lily bulb, I think.


Fifth Street Park, NW corner


Fifth Street Park, SE quadrant, gunnera


my audience…


NE side Fifth Street Park badly needs mulch


Tulips are early.


BadAster is running all through the flower bed.


pink roots of the bad aster

I dug some bad aster and just cosmetically dealt with more; the weather seemed to be changing for the worse and I did not have enough time.  Nor, with the weather change, were we able to mulch that bed at the end of the day as I had hoped.


another street tree


Cerinthe major purpurascens in Lewis and Clark Square

It began to rain so I called Allan and told him I would go as far as the stoplight and then turn back.


That cool succulent whose name I forget…starts with an o….to the left…want more of it


another street tree



argh, pesky little grasses endemic to this tree garden

The tree garden, above, has lots of little grasses.  I tried to ignore it, walked on, then after half a block I went back and pull several hands full.

The rain stopped, so I kept going north all the way to Dennis Co and back.


outside NIVA green

The buds of Tulip ‘Green Wave’ in the above planter were close to opening.  Until last year, I could count on that tulip blooming last, in mid MAY, not March.

I popped into NIVA (New Inspired Vintage Artful) green to find a present for Montana Mary’s birthday, and to get some photos for the NIVA Facebook page.  Both missions accomplished.  Of course, I can’t show the birthday present.


NIVA green


Cracker Jack lamp by Heather Ramsay


Cosmos! (sadly for me, not a shoulder strap bag)


Must have! (If I figure out a place to put).  Love these!


another lamp by Heather


more Tulip sylvestris


I can see and feel the storm coming.


Rain begins in earnest.


tree garden south of the stoplight


Narcissus ‘Avalanche’



from Fish Alley


I  remembered that I did not  cross the street and deadhead the tree garden in front of Mostly Hats.


It is SOOO far back, the blue building on the other side of the street, half a block past the clock.

I wanted to ignore this but could not, so I hobbled on down there, and a good thing, too, as I found many narcissi deadheads and some dandelion rosettes.


by Mostly Hats, tidied

With every tree and planter groomed, I met up with Allan as he finished weeding and deadheading the city hall garden.


City Hall with hellebore and Physocarpus ‘Dart’s Gold’ and too much Schizostylus.


City Hall garden


City Hall


narcissi and pulmonaria



trillium and ajuga


a darling cyclamen from Our Kathleen


Leucojum and Hellebore


looking east from City Hall

We drove to the planter with the escallonias and finished chopping them way down.  (They were planted by someone back in volunteer days; not the best choice for a planter as they’d like to be eight feet tall and wide.)


Allan’s photo: the planter where the nasty yelling happened at the start of my workday


after, at last!


Finally on the way home;  Long Beach bustling with tourists.


so glad to be home


The big pop out erased from the work board.  Jo’s soon, I hope.

Tomorrow (Sunday), if I am lucky, a rainy day will let me work on scrapbooks.  Or perhaps I will be unexpectedly lucky enough to be able to work on the beach approach garden in good weather.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1995 (age 70)

March 5: Note-I’ve been wondering where to plant spuds in an area with no mushroom compost. I figure I’ll plant them in an area where the winter carrots, leeks and celeriac is now. When I am spreading mushroom compost all over the garden (soon) it will be easy to not put mushroom compost in that area.

[She added the following to the end of the page]:  June 15: Re where to put potatoes.  Well, they decided for me.  All along the space where tomatoes usually are planted next to the pathway is full of potatoes sprouted from kitchen scraps all winter.  Now—where to plant my tomato plants?


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Saturday, 27 February 2016


Fortunately, we were awake and having breakfast when Todd arrived in the late morning to bring some plants from his recent plant acquisition trip to T&L Nursery.  He said that the weather while I was sleeping  had been misty and not work-conducive.


barely awake, checking out the plants


Never too many Ilex ‘Sky Pencil’, in my opinion.


Allan’s birthday present from Todd, ‘hairy lip fern’ doing well.


a quick look at what’s in bloom in the back garden


Smokey flopping around seeking some attention


Smokey still seeking some pets




“If the maple gets tall enough, it won’t be swallowed up by the baptisia.”

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(Todd had remembered that this young Japanese maple has a large baptisia next to it.)


Schizachyrium scoparium ‘Standing Ovation’ and Nepeta ‘Six Hills Gold’


Sambucus ‘Black Tower’ and the Ilex ‘Sky Pencil’ trio


With the new plants in the ladies in waiting area, Allan and I headed for Long Beach with a stop on the way to pick up DVDs from the library.  I took the opportunity to review the Ilwaco community building garden.




more crocuses


still more crocuses



The heather flowers are already starting to brown off.  Oh, how I wish this garden were not so heavy with heather.


I suggested to Allan that, because the kinnikinnick looks so terrible, all of it should be sheared back hard.


Arctostaphylos uva-ursi (kinnikinnick, bearberry) looks awful and is hard to weed.


Kinnikinnick infested with grass

I think large sections of the bearberry need to be rogued out and replaced with something more interesting and with less tendency toward shabbiness.  At the moment, areas of this garden need weeding but the time is not there to do it.


This area, well weeded within the last month, has held up well.

We got a wonderful haul of movie fare from the library: Party Girl (one of my all time favourite films that Allan has never seen), Jurassic World, Train Wreck and Interstellar…but we must finish watching the delightful latest season of Girls on DVD first.


a comedy about library science

Long Beach


the long narrow Bolstad garden

We returned to the first section of the beach approach garden to finish cutting back the rugosa roses and weeding.


today’s area, before, at 12:51 AM


after: 3:32 PM

Each section takes about five hours for the two of us to weed (above was a half section) and so the whole first weeding job of the year takes about 130 hours!  It is difficult to find that amount of time to carve out of the rest of our schedule.

I tell myself only three more years, including this one, till Allan has turned 66 and we may then insist they find someone else to do this part of the Long Beach job.  And yet, there is something terribly satisfying about it.  I hope that this year it will seem less deadly, since we have (by choice) several fewer other jobs than last year.


today, before (Allan’s photos)


during (picking roses out from along the edge)


almost done


3 days ago



Last year, we didn’t even get started on weeding these garden beds till June; this year, I hope to get the first weeding done in time to plant poppy seeds in the areas won back from weeds and roses.  Some seeds did go in at the end of the garden above.

Of course, it would be lovely to mulch the whole long sandy garden.  I just don’t want to add that many hours of labour.

With the first section done, we drove out to the “end cap” by the driveway to the big public parking lot.


3:49 PM


starting the end cap


I enjoy the parade of dogs walking by.


Doug stops to tell us about a “weeding” job he’s doing.  (More on this later.)


Diane came by with my very good friend, Misty!


after (Allan’s photo)


the last of the ornamental grasses got chopped by Allan (before)




5:11 PM

All too many rose roots are still in there—too many to put poppies in that area.  We did manage to peel some roses away from the edge.  I often yearn for the past when all this garden had a collection of pretty perennials and poppies.  Unfortunately, the kite festival crowds trampled it year after year and the roses have been allowed to take over because they can hold their own against humans.


still rather damp for beach approach picnics

I’m eager to get back out there to weed another section.  Tomorrow calls for 40 mph winds which will definitely be not conducive to work.  And I made a problem for us by buying lilies and violas, as we must now return to three gardens to plant them, gardens we could otherwise ignore for a couple of post-spring-cleanup weeks.  Ooops.

On the way to the city works debris pile, I snapped a photo of the Culbertson Field flower garden:


…only to realize that old flowers of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ were obscuring the view.


a few minutes later.  Ignore the weeds to the the right, no time to pull them today

Above is another plant on my loathed plants list: Lithodora.  It has been there for years.  I will clip in back hard after it blooms to avoid the dead-inside look that it gets.  Like heather, it has such a short bloom time followed by a long tatty looking time unless clipped.


Now off to dump a scratchy load of roses

As we drove to the city works yard four blocks south, a woman tried to flag us down with a “YooHoo!”  We simply had to keep driving in order to get the debris dumped while we still had daylight.  Perhaps she wished to hire gardeners, in which case we would suggest our friends at Sea Star Gardening.

I remembered to sit a couple of times during the day to force myself to bend my right knee.  I think some of my problem is from working with a straight leg all day until it locks open, causing much pain trying to get into the van at end of day.  Today was better.

At dusk, we gave in to the impulse to dine at the Kabob Cottage.  Restaurateur Behnoosh and landlord Doug were just completing the patio.  You may recall that earlier today, Doug had driven by us on our beach approach project and said he was “weeding” another area.  Below: His version of weeding is to fill in an ugly weedy patch of sorrel and horsetail with matching pavers.


It is a huge improvement.


So is the excellent spring clean up that Dave and Melissa did for us on this park a couple-three weeks ago.


Allan’s photo


delicious chicken kabobs


Kabob Cottage by night

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1995 (age 70):

Feb 27:  It seems like I start all my notes with “Finally”.  Well, today I finally got the leaves raked up in lower driveway and behind house.  I used the trash bag frame with 33 gallon bags and it worked fine.  I have five bags to be shredded “someday”.

1998 (age 73):

Feb 27:  Didn’t get to sleep till after 4 AM—then slept till almost noon.  My Dutch Gardens order came today, 5 boxes, $806 worth.  Now I really have my work cut out for me.  I must get the begonias potted and pot up the various perennials roots etc and get them under lights.


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Tuesday, 23 February 2016



The first thing I heard upon awakening an hour and a half too early was the damnable wind battering the south wall of the house.  Curses!  I had wanted to finish the curbside gardens at the port.  The wind inspired me to change to at least one non-windy job.

The Red Barn Arena

First we did our wake up call to the Red Barn garden, and I knew it would be annoyingly windy there.

Red Barn

The wind came from the sea today.

The narrow garden was quite weedy with chickweed, shotweed, sorrel, and pesky little grasses.  Lots of California poppy seedlings, too.


Allan’s photos, before


and after


nearby, a horse in training (Allan’s photo)

One horse, Jess, was particularly kicking up her heels today.  Round and round her pasture she went, first trotting, then galloping, then up with the heels, then stopping at the gate to make sure we noticed, then around again.


Jess (Allan’s photo)


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo



ditch dug deeper because pasture has been flooded




Diane’s garden

Next, we went next door to Diane and Larry’s pleasantly sheltered garden, mostly out of the wind.  What a relief.  Jess was pastured in the area where we usually park, so we had to walk down the highway a block….


looking back: a difficult walk for me with my bad knee.


Allan getting started on the Stipa gigantea

I clipped the hydrangea which is the one that was haunting me when I was afraid doctor visits this week might prevent spring clean up.  (Happily, the doctor visit yesterday did not morph into any kind of emergency as I had feared.)




after, so glad to get it done!

Seeing my good friend Misty for the first time this year was such a pleasure.



I got kisses.



I poked down into the pot that looks empty, looking for Stargazer lilies bulbs, and felt nothing.


I do hope the lilies, which Diane especially requested, did not rot in all our rain.


Diane’s crocuses


front garden, weeded and clipped

I used the broom as a walking stick to get back along the road to the Red Barn parking lot.


tulips at the Red Barn entry

Long Beach

We finished the work day back in the wind, weeding and clipping sword ferns around the pond at the corner of Bolstad and Pacific.


Allan’s photos: before



I walked over to City Hall to pick up our check and missed this:


Allan’s photo


At City Hall: Leucojum, grape hyacinth, pulmonaria




the ramp to City Hall




Geranium macrorrhizum


Ibiris (evergreen candytuft) and Hyacinth

I walked a half block worth of planters just to admire the narcissi (and pull some weeds).


tree garden





I love the reflexed petals.


The Cottage Bakery called to me, and I acquired a couple of tiger paws to celebrate having that good glucose test result.


Cottage Bakery


tiger paws




Cottage Bakery cakes

Back outside…Across the street is the tree garden where I took some of the above narcissi photos.



Back at the pond:  Allan had gone out on the center waterfall section and clipped ferns without falling in.  Our work at the pond garden is in view of the Heron Cam.

At my request, he took the big pick and attacked a section of salal.  How I loathe the way the salal has run through everything in this garden that we only have time to thoroughly weed about three times a year.


salal all up in the santolina’s business


After some exhausting picking and root clipping and trimming santolina

The maddening thing is that the salal will return soon and mock me.  A pox on salal anywhere but in the woods.

I weeded all along the edges.





Park Manager Mike stopped by to let us know that there’s now a pile of mulch for us at the city works yard, and that the planters from Bolstad all the way down to the police station (four in all) are still due to be dug up for electrical repair.  I can only be philosophical about it.

Because tomorrow is supposed to be nice weather, I hope to finish Howerton Way curbside gardens and Mayor Mike’s garden in Ilwaco, and weed the little popouts on Ocean Beach Boulevard in Long Beach, and fill some buckets of mulch and apply them to Fifth Street Park.  I live in hope.


one more batch of narcissi in front of NIVA green

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s garden diaries, two decades ago

1995 (age 70)

Feb 23: Weeded asparagus bed.  Cut centers off the broccoli to make plants branch out.  Saved best pieces although a lot were mushy—probably from hard freeze last week.  Started sieving compost.  All containers were full so when 1/4 of new box was empty I started sieving compost into that end of box.

1998 (age 73)

Feb 23:  1:00-4:30  It seems I only do one or two days of good work each week.  Today I started sawing up the pile of branches that was along the shop.  I was so tired I felt sick but I got that pile cut up and about half of it into the shed.  Next is the branches that Skyler dragged over to the “raspberry” path.  Then the branches next to garage and in the driveway (from the mountain ash tree).  Then I need to start bringing in the two cords of firewood from the upper driveway.


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Sunday, 21 February 2016




We got a late start, because I was sleepy as those kitties, and because it was Sunday (always a reasonable excuse for only a half day of work).


on the way to work, on Spruce Street in Ilwaco

Our first stop was the Depot Restaurant garden to plant some of the Miscanthus giganteus (Giant Chinese Silver Grass) that Dave helped us  dig out of Marilyn’s garden yesterday. By “helped” I mean he dug the huge clump up all by himself and chopped it into manageable pieces.


Allan does a bit of path weeding

The Miscanthus will provide a soothing and somewhat tropical sense of enclosure to the dining deck.  This evening, I read the fascinating fact that in the UK, it may be used for fuel and electricity.  Watch the good video about it at this link.

The Planter Box


at the Planter Box

Our next errand was to check out the seeds at The Planter Box.  I bought some more Streamers and other sweet peas.  If I’d known that Streamers, my favourite sweet pea, was available locally, I wouldn’t have made an online seed order two days ago.  This is the first time I’ve seen that sweet pea on a seed rack anywhere.  The sweet pea assortment at Planter Box is vast this year.


I added some more California poppies to my seed purchase; they will have come back in most of my gardens, but I’d like to plant some in the beach approach garden IF we get it weeded soon enough.  And some American Legion poppies to plant at Golden Sands, as they might be significant to some of the residents there.


paperwhites at the Planter Box (Allan’s photo)


weeping pussy willow at The Planter Box

Golden Sands Assisted Living

We spent the rest of the day clipping and weeding the interior courtyard garden at Golden Sands.

golden sands

Golden Sands Assisted Living. The courtyard is completely enclosed by the building.

As I walk down the hallway to get to the courtyard door, I always think about what I would have on a shelf outside my room at Golden Sands.


I know I’m not as nice and huggy as this sweet person.

Residents are allowed to have an animal friend live with them.



a gardener’s room

The gardener whose shelf is in the above photo is the one who grows African violets in my mom’s Floralight, a three tiered shelf which I have on permanent loan to Golden Sands (for as long as residents want to use it).  The Floralight is often mentioned in the two decade old diaries of my mom’s that I am sharing throughout this year.


Anna’s violets

I imagine that Anna and my mom would have been good friends if their time at Golden Sands had coincided.

Near the Floralight is the door to the courtyard and its four flower gardens.


looking north across the courtyard, before


and after; Allan pruned the white hydrangeas along the two sides


hydrangeas, before


and after (Allan’s photos)

I limed the beds to try to cut down on the amount of moss and make the plants happier with sweeter soil.  However, moss is welcome in the center lawn, where I wish that moss and self seeded flowers would completely take over.

We moved a bird feeder that had been placed in one of the quadrant beds and was making a big mess of birdseed on top of plants.  Now I am worried we made it less accessible for the resident who refills it, because she will have to walk on the lawn to get at it.  Oh, dear.  On the other hand, it is now in full view of the sit spot inside the south courtyard door, and surely that is a good thing.

Looking at the hydrangeas reminded me of a big one that needs to be pruned at Diane’s garden, leading to some fretting as we can’t do so tomorrow because of another doctor’s appointment.  It is a darn good thing we have fewer jobs this year.  The wettest December through February on record has kept us from many spring clean up days.  (We are not as hardy as Sea Star and Willapa Gardening, AKA Dave, Melissa, and Todd, who work in all weather.)


I’m assuming the rainfall is about the same for here as for Seattle, if not more.  (from KOMO news, last week)

The four quadrants of the Golden Sands courtyard were not showing much color or interest yet.  I hope the bulbs come on soon!  As usual, I feel the gardens here have the problem of being almost all “passalong plants”, ones I’ve gotten for free, which of course means ones that are thugs and interfere with each other’s space.


SW quadrant before


SW quadrant after (with one bird feeder moved)


NE quadrant before, with the windows to my mom’s old room to the right


“Mom’s garden” after, with leaves left to help enrich the soil.  I’m more of the chop and drop than of the raking out philosophy.


NW quadrant before


NW quadrant after, with residents in dining room for 5 PM dinner


SE quadrant after…still needs weeding and is infested with horsetail

Allan wheelbarrowed out two heaping and one partial load of debris.


turning the corner of the back hallway


and down the long side hallway to the exit


birdhouses on a windowsill

When we got home, it seemed that it had been pouring rain in Ilwaco as the sidewalk was drenched, the rain barrels were dripping…


debris pile in background, having just planted the last piece of Miscanthus giganteus in it

…And the double triangle gale flag was still flying over the port office.


view to the south


The brothers were inside.


the work board tonight

If we can just work part of tomorrow, and then for the rest of this week, we should be able to get spring clean up pared down to “just” the beach approach, berms, Jo, and mulching at the Depot.   We can’t do mulching, including Jo’s, until some “cow fiber” comes in at the Planter Box (or we may have to just use plain Soil Energy).  I look forward to settling into the regular rounds instead of spring clean up.  I’m sure Long Beach already needs weeding again.

There were no entries in my mom’s garden diaries to correspond with today.

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Monday, 8 February 2016

We accomplished a great deal today in the town of Long Beach with the help of Melissa and Dave of Sea Star Gardening.

Fifth Street Park


The four quadrants of Fifth Street Park


I helped Melissa weed while we figured out how to organize the job. (Allan’s photo)

We all plunged into different areas and finished the spring clean up of Fifth Street Park in weather that felt like summer.  (Pretty soon we were all complaining about being too hot as the temperature soared to 72 degrees.)  It’s rare for a day to be not too cold and wet, not too hot and dry, but just right.  This one did get to be just right in the hour before sunset.


Our Melissa (Allan’s photo)


Allan pruned these roses (old mildewy Dorothy Perkins)…before




Allan’s photos

Melissa continued the battle with wild alliums in the same quadrant.





In the southwest quadrant, I pruned the roses by the restroom entrance…


my project before (the far superior Super Dorothy Rose) but no after.

…and Melissa finished pruning and weeding along the south fence.


before, with Rose ‘Super Dorothy’ on the lattice

She pulled out a lot of schizostylis.  It will come back…which is a good thing and a bad thing.



I was so happy to have help from someone who knows her plants, because she recognized and did not destroy the camassia that was hidden amongst the schizostylis (and that I had forgotten about).

Dave delved into the rectangular rooty awful bed in the southeast quadrant.  I’ve discussed with parks manager Mike a complete re-do of this bed, but it won’t happen this year because the city crew is involved with a big new soccer field project.


before: rooty and with a sprinkler system in it


Dave raking out, after


Allan’s photo


editing Schizostylis (Allan’s photo)

I finished some planter tidying one block north where I got rained out last week, and then Allan and I pruned the hydrangea in the southeast corner of the park..


hydrangea before


and after

I uncovered the Gunnera by the pond and cut off its huge seedheads.


Threw these behind; they may reseed.

Allan had clipped and weeded under a tree I’d missed during last week’s rainstorm:


before and after (Allan’s photos): I think that tatty old lavender has to go next time.

Allan hauled a full trailer load to city works, and we all rendezvoused at the parks on Third Street.


dumping at city works (Allan’s photo)

 Third Street 


Third Street parks

Veterans Field, top right corner, has one more garden bed now than shows in this satellite view.  The Columbia Pacific Farmers Market takes place on that lawn on summer Fridays.

The Aloha Charlie’s Fish building now houses the delicious Kabob Cottage Restaurant.

Dave and Melissa did the pocket park by the Kabob Cottage, behind the curved wall of Lewis and Clark Square, weeding and then raking out old rhododendron leaves.  Allan pruned back the rugosa roses on the south wall of the police station so they’ll be easier to keep back from the sidewalk in summer.


Allan over halfway done with roses.


roses before and after (Allan’s photos)

After a quick clipping and weeding in the Veterans Field beds, I pruned the hydrangeas in the park north of Long Beach Tavern.


hydrangeas before



The hydrangea pruning was a rather hasty job as I was in a big rush to get the city hall garden done before dark, and I had a personal mission to accomplish as well.

I left Allan, Dave, and Melissa to their final sweeping up and went on by myself with my wheelie cart to do (I hoped) the last two blocks of planter clean up.


walking north


in a planter

And I fulfilled my mission of taking some photos for the Facebook page of…

NIVA green


outside NIVA green

Owner/artist Heather Ramsay has constructed a new collection of her repurposed lamps made of tins.



Ginger Snap tin lamp


After a quick spin around the shop with my camera, and I do mean quick, I had collected thirty or so more photos to keep the NIVA page updated.  I got all but the two northernmost planters clipped and weeded and was so sore by then that I skipped the last two for now and went to rejoin everyone at

City Hall


a hyacinth coming up at city hall (Allan’s photo)

I wasn’t there to take before photos of three large ornamental grasses that got clipped.


city hall west wall, after large Miscanthus were clipped


hellebore, north side



pulmonaria and leucojum, north side


and another north side Hellebore


The sun was setting to the west of City Hall.  To the left, the tasting room of Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm.


after work (Allan’s photo)

With city hall garden done, our friends departed for their home near Oysterville and Allan and I went to dump one more full load at city works.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


Ginger’s Garden Diaries

This year, I am sharing day by day entries that my mom wrote in three garden diaries about 20 years ago.  I will gather each month into one entry with more detail at the end of each month of this 2016 blog.

February 8, 1998 (age 73)

Skyler and Robert got here about 6:30.  They had quite a hassle at the gate.  Even though I called the gate ahead of time, I guess they didn’t keep the message, and because I didn’t hear the phone, the three armed security people wouldn’t let them in. They finally relented.  I guess Skyler lit into them. [Ha!  I certainly do recall firmly suggesting to the guards that if they would not let us through, they had better escort me to my mom’s house because her not answering the phone could mean she had a medical problem.  I think that is what convinced them.]



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Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Dave and Melissa, our good friends of Sea Star Gardening, had agreed to help us for a couple of days in Long Beach so that I could get back to reading sooner.  As always, the work year began in Long Beach’s Fifth Street Park.


The four quadrants of Fifth Street Park

Before photos of the areas we got to today (the west side, mostly):





Sea Star Gardening arrives and we get the project underway.


A planning walkabout comes first.


Mel and Dave hard at work in the NW quadrant.

While they got down to the chopping and weeding of the park, I walked around two blocks of planters and street trees; Allan helped me out with a couple of them and then got to work on the SW quadrant of the park.


Allan’s photos: he dug out the boring old shasta daisies..(before)


Goodbye, daisy.




Iris reticulata in that planter (Allan’s photo)

The daisies, left over from the days of volunteer planter care, always looked thirsty and beat up in summer.


Allan dealt with this Panicum ‘Heavy Metal’ (before)




Allan digging out two aged and tatty blue fescues.




I clipped many and many a santolina (above) and Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’.


after: The santolina will come back nice and mound-y.


Iris reticulata ‘Katherine Hodgkin’ and California poppy seedlings

In the deer highway along 7th S, the bulbs are getting pulled up and chomped, so I’m glad of my decision not to plant new tulips in those four planters.


deer have been at these bulbs

Several of the planters have large woody lavenders that I am too kindly to dig out.  Or lazy.  I did cut back hard the part below that, in bloom, blocks the traffic sightline.


oops forgot an after


meanwhile (Allan’s photo)

By now, the weather had changed from the pleasantness of mid morning to a constant drizzle.  I decided surely I could manage the next two blocks of planters and street tree gardens.


Allan’s photo: We were still optimistic.

By the time I got one and half blocks north, my hands were so cold I could hardly feel the stems of some chickweed I was pulling.  I realized that the rain had become heavy and ceaseless, and that I was utterly miserable and soaked, and so must be all our crew.  I tried to call to tell them to be ready to bail out, but my hands were too wet to operate my phone.

I noted that one planter was almost all dug out so the city crew could access the wiring for the light. Oh dear. I rescued some tulips and later learned that a whole block of planters might need to be dig out. I am philosophical about it. It is worse for the city crew than it is for the tulips.  

Finally I turned around at the stoplight, picked some weeds out a few more planters, managed to dry off enough to call Allan to say I was returning and that we should all give it up for the day, skipped a few planters and made it back to the park.

The weather forecast I had counted on still informed me that the weather was sunny with occasional sprinkles.

We were all glad to stop an hour before we’d planned, as we could return tomorrow.  Well, no, tomorrow calls for pouring rain AND wind. Perhaps the next day, or the next…All we need is one more day to finish this park, and spruce up the Vet Field garden, city hall garden, prune a few hydrangeas, make the pocket garden by Kabob Cottage nice again….maybe two more days and then Long Beach can rest for awhile before the early spring gardening begins.

While we are not going to join forces with Sea Star on a regular basis (just because we each have a full schedule), I will be able to get them to assist with the first big weeding of the beach approach garden in early spring.  That will be so helpful.  It is a pleasure to work with people who know their plants so I don’t have to worry about just turning them loose to clean an area.

The after photos for today:


Two big grasses out of the photo on the right were also chopped.

Melissa had done intense battle with the damnable wild garlic and with way too much schizostylis.


I hope for a pile of mulch to add to this garden later.

Allan had done this area:



Allan’s photo


during (Allan’s photo)




Allan’s photo shows the miserable conditions; schizostylis still waiting to be clipped or pulled on a better day.


on the way home….


finally home, and glad of it

I did remember to set Map My Walk today, and in this four block area, I walked 2.75 miles in five hours, just going back and forth and round and round the planters.


Four LONG city blocks equals more like eight in each direction. 2nd and 4th streets shown above are actually just alleys.

If tomorrow is as stormy as predicted, I’ll be perfectly happy to read a book, as we got the most unsightly areas in the park looking so much better that it was worth getting drenched to accomplish what we did.  It is easy to say that now after a nice hot bath (me), a nap (Allan), wet muddy clothes run through the laundry, and tea and biscuits.

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Friday, 27 November 2015


We got to eight of the studios on the tour.  Our day included a nursery and a garden visit, as well as a visit to a friend’s art studio, and those will be in our next post(s).

The Picture Attic

our friend Jean Nitzel's Picture Attic

our friend Jean Nitzel’s Picture Attic

The Picture Attic was an excellent place for photo processing during my pre-digital years on the Peninsula and now focuses on picture framing, craft supplies, and art classes.


card making kits and framing supplies at The Picture Attic

card making kits and framing supplies at The Picture Attic




The Hobbit Shop (Jim Unwin)

down a woodsy road to a magical place

down a woodsy road to a magical place

The Hobbit Shop

The Hobbit Shop

chairs made of pallets

chairs made of pallets sitting by the Unwin residence

an observer

an observer who watched all the comings and goings

I do love just using old branches for decoration.

I do love just using old branches for decoration.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Jim Unwin's art of carving

Jim Unwin’s art of carving

in the workshop

in the workshop

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Jim at work

Jim at work

ingredients for future projects

ingredients for future projects

Naquaiya’s Studio


the sweet little residence

the sweet little residence

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

by the entryway

by the entryway

inside the studio

inside the studio

Bette Lu Krause


leading the way....Allan's photo

leading the way….Allan’s photo

Betty Lu herself

Betty Lu herself



view from the window

view from the window



We especially like Bette Lu's art

We especially like Bette Lu’s art

And look who crossed paths with us just as we left the Krause studio:

chatting outside with Our Kathleen

chatting outside with Our Kathleen

Don Perry Metal Art

Don's studio; I brought my walking stick for his steep driveway.

Don’s studio; I brought my walking stick for his steep driveway.

Allan's photo, summery weather

Allan’s photo, summery weather

quail and driftwood

quail and driftwood

crab and mermaid

crab and mermaid




All the metal “sayings” had to do with wine.  However, Don said he could make me one of a garden quotation, so I am pondering that.  Gardening is the slowest of the performing arts?  No…I think Village Green Preservation Society!  That’s it!

Before the next studio, we drove through Oysterville and had a walk through our favourite garden there.  That will be tomorrow’s post!  Then on to…

Carol Couch Watercolors

Carol's dream house that she designed for beauty and comfort

Carol’s dream house that she designed for beauty and comfort

so excited to revisit this house that I love that I had a shaky hand

so excited to revisit this pretty little house that I love that I had a shaky hand

inside the studio, where we found Our Kathleen again

inside the studio, where we found Our Kathleen again

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

the living room

the living room

a house full of light

a house full of light

The stromboli was so delicious...

The stromboli was so delicious…

and here is the recipe.

and here is the recipe.

in the kitchen

in the kitchen


dream deck on north side of the house

dream deck on north side of the house



Marshmallows for toasting were provided for tour guests.

view from the deck

view from the deck

a hummingbird by the deck (Allan's photo)

a hummingbird by the deck (Allan’s photo)

Wiegardt Studio Gallery

We visited the gallery of Todd’s brother, Eric, and of course had a good look at the garden that we used to do.



Todd has the garden looking tidy, mulched, with weed free gravel.

Allan's photo of our favourite tiny bun: a dianthus

Allan’s photo of our favourite tiny bun: a dianthus

I think I see deer prints.

I think I see deer prints.

tidy, with a handsome fence repair by our good friend Bill Clearman

tidy, with a handsome fence repair by our good friend Bill Clearman

Bill recently repaired the fence and front door.

Bill Clearman recently repaired the fence and front door.

Todd is winning the battle against montbretia, a battle I never had time to wage here.

Todd is winning the battle against montbretia, a battle I never had time to wage here.

Allan touring the garden.

Allan touring the garden.

Indoors, we found the bouquet that I had provided some of the ingredients for two days ago.

Todd's autumnal bouquet

Todd’s autumnal bouquet


It was a pleasure to visit Eric’s glorious art again.

the gallery

the gallery

Eric Wiegardt Gallery

Eric Wiegardt Gallery

Eric Wiegardt Gallery

Eric Wiegardt Gallery

Eric Wiegardt Gallery

Eric Wiegardt Gallery

Our good friend Christl was working on framing in the workshop area.  She said she knew we would show up for the tour day because she had read our intentions in this blog.  That made me happy.

Our Kathleen, Christl hard at work

Our Kathleen, Christl hard at work (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Christl: Allan’s photo

Karen Brownlee Pottery

After a side visit and cup of tea at our friend Joe’s gallery (not on the official tour and needs it own journal entry), we ended at about one second before closing time at Karen Brownlee’s pottery studio.  She graciously told us she had been about to post that she would stay open late.

Karen Brownlee Pottery

Karen Brownlee Pottery

Karen in her studio

Karen in her studio

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo; Karen tells us what she is up to.

She was making a piece of this kind...

She was making a piece of this kind…

...by doing this.

…by doing this.

Karen Brownlee Pottery

Karen Brownlee Pottery

Karen Brownlee Pottery

Karen Brownlee Pottery

I especially like the cranberry pattern.

I especially like the cranberry pattern.

photo borrowed from Karen. I love these pumpkins.

photo borrowed from Karen. I love these pumpkins and apples.

Karen wrapping our purchases.

Karen wrapping our purchases.

I can’t show you what we bought this year; our main mission was Christmas cards, and a few presents just may have been purchased, as well.

Tomorrow, and maybe the next day, too: the rest of our long and eventful day including a garden visit and tea at our friend Joe’s studio.  Regular readers have already read yesterday’s post which included our evening at the Sou’wester listening to the Skinks.













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Monday, 28 September 2015

Surfside in the Water

While working and visiting in Surfside, I have noticed a waterway bisecting the community. Maybe forty feet wide, it seems to wind from one end to the other. It isn’t tidal as it doesn’t drain into the ocean. Like Ocean Shores, it offers back yard views, similar to following a train track through a city.

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Up the North Beach Peninsula

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I launched at 350th & G st for the northern waterway.

A side benefit of this blog is that that I was offered a nine foot mini-kayak over the summer by blog reader MaryBeth for a price I couldn’t pass up. It fits inside the van even with the with the garden tools.  I can carry it like a big suitcase across fields and culverts.


The day I bought this, MaryBeth and I had a good conversation abut how wet the interior of the boat would be. Sit on top (SOT) kayaks have ‘scuppers’ that let water in and out. I’ve tried plugging them but then the water that splashes in just gets deeper and deeper. I don’t wear cotton shoes or pants as there is always a puddle flowing in or draining out.


SCUPPER: “an opening cut through the bulwarks of a ship so that water falling on deck may flow overboard” (Merriam-Webster)

This kind of boat is unsinkable and would probably float equally well upside down without having my legs stuck under a deck. No way to do a proper ‘eskimo roll’, I’d just float out.


An ‘eskimo roll’ (Steps 1,2 & 3 were not shown due to profanity).

The northern waterway had lots of squiggly green growth.


No problem, I bring my own drinking water.


Maybe not so wild and unexplored


Sometimes it can be woodsy


A little fence discourages critters from trotting up from the canal.

“[Geese] will eat slugs, snails, worms, froglets and small rodents . . . this is normally baby rats and mice but keep them away from children’s pets unless you wish to explain where hamster has gone.” from poultrypages.com


No fence here. The geese are hunting for slugs & bugs while they fertilize the lawn.


A pair auditioning for yard art.


I just missed getting a picture of a raccoon coming down this ramp. With the glass door open the owners may someday find a hungry critter and a damaged screen door.


I saw a lot of these paddle boats. Foot powered, it leaves your hands free for a camera or a tasty beverage.


After teasing me away from the launch a dragon fly posed for a picture.

It just takes an hour to explore this 1.5 mile waterway end to end. Off I went to find a launch to check out the longer canal to the south.

Great Day Cafe next to Surfside Golf Course would have made me an excellent lunch. However, they are closed Sundays and Mondays. I forgot my lunch at home so it was just vanilla wafers & water today.


Sadly today is a Monday

There is a second longer waterway south that extends from 338th south to 295th, about 2.5 miles long. After driving around I think the most public launch available is located just north of the Homeowner’s Association building. I didn’t paddle very far north but I did reach the southern end.

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The 315th auto bridge is in the background.


There were plastic ducks…


…and steel pelicans.


There were wooden birds on benches…


…and a bench to fly away from.


Here was a secret bench almost overgrown.


There were tree houses.



Someone climbed that tree, tied up that boat and has built themselves a tree house. Looks like a fun childhood.


There was evidence of gardeners.


A blue bottle tree.


A below the root level view of a pampas grass.

A new homeowner from the ridge that overlooks Surfside saw me out on the water and came down to visit. His house has a guaranteed view over Surfside to the ocean. That has resulted in a lot of tree-topping as tall trees in lower Surfside are legally required to be mowed short.


Lichen is the only green on a dead tree that has been topped.


The waterway stops at at 300th St.

I could have continued south five more blocks with the little boat if I carried it over the roadway but I hadn’t gone north of 315th yet so back I went.


Looking south from 300th over a muddy beach.


Past a quiet but very alert dog pacing back and forth.


The Shrubbery at the Surfside Mini mart/video store as seen over an old canoe. This is roped off and not a public boat launch.

This is an odd house. There is a windowless door under the floodlight but no view at all of the water.


Built for a fine view of the street.

Earlier, as I was making a u-turn to get better picture of decor on an empty house, there was a resident giving  me a wave from their window. A window that faced the water as there is a lot of charm in a community built on the water.


Next: Before going back to work (yes, we do still work sometimes), we re-visit the Oysterville garden.

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