I’m still playing catchup with some two day posts while I try to get to only five days behind instead of fifteen.
Thursday, 21 July 2016
lilies in our volunteer garden at the post office
I planted the three little gazanias.
Rudbeckia that Our Kathleen donated last year.
I asked Allan to photograph the Basket Case hanging baskets across the street in front of the museum (because they were on his side of the van).
Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum
I had big plans to prune (or rather…have Allan prune) some of the climbing rose out of Mayor Mike’s beach pine today. We ran out of time, though, because a couple of other jobs had suddenly joined the schedule.
NEXT week…I hope…we will thin out the rambling rose.
I had big plans to get Long Beach AND Ilwaco and the Port of Ilwaco gardens done today and have Friday through Monday off. My first thought upon waking had been “Tomorrow off!”. Two things happened to change that when I checked my email and Facebook. 1. I found out about an art show that would take place in Coulter Park…which was a mess. 2. I found out for sure that the sale of Jo’s house had fallen through, and because we like Jo and Bob so much, I offered to keep working there after all, deadheading and grooming once a week while it is for sale…including going there today to check on the watering.
The Depot Restaurant
While we were doing our weekly watering and deadheading, a group of garden admirers came by to chat. The daughter was studying zoo horticulture (including what not to feed to the animals), which made for an interesting and informative conversation on all sides. The dierama (angel’s fishing rod) was a big hit.
north side of dining deck
lilies and helenium
lots of deadheads on the cosmos now (Allan’s photos)
the front with barrels and window boxes by Nancy Aust of The Basket Case
the weekly grooming of the welcome sign
Cosmos ‘Happy Ring’ reseeded from last year
one weird flower on the echibeckia
and the back
I decided we had better check on the kite museum garden.
It is doing well this year!
Gift shop manager Patty has been keeping it watered and deadheading the cosmos, thus the prolific blooms.
Here we were again at Jo’s garden, making it look fresh and nice for the realtor who would meet with Jo and Bob tomorrow.
after deadheading some spent gladiolas
I hope a gardener buys this place.
the center courtyard
Here is the real estate listing for this dream house and garden.
back to Long Beach
We started in Long Beach town again by working together to groom the City Hall and Veterans Field gardens.
poor li’l Crimson Pygmy barberry had gotten smashed.
It used to look nice like this one.
Someone had left a rock in the flag pavilion, we think in memory of a loved one. (Allan’s photo)
Then Allan and I parted ways. While I watered all the planters, Allan tackled Coulter Park. It had not been done for awhile, and Friday and Saturday (July 22-23), the Peninsula Art Association would be having an art sale in the old train depot building there. It took Allan three or four hours to undo the tangles of bindweed and salmonberry which is creeping under the fence from the north. I’ve gotten so fed up with the situation, and especially with clipping salmonberry out from the canes of a row of thorny roses, that I’ve somewhat given up. Fortunately, Allan is made of sterner stuff.
before and after
the horror of bindweed
the painful rose nightmare…rose and salmonberry roots intermingled, with plenty of thorns on both, topped with bindweed and birdsfoot trefoil
after (the salmonberry roots are still all entwined with the roses; you can see salmonberry taller than the fence, behind)
looks nice for the art show patrons. A monster salmonberry looms on the other side.
Meanwhile, I watered planters and did a bit of deadheading in Fifth Street Park.
Sanguisorba in Fifth Street Park
I collect snails from the planters and, because I don’t like to kill them, I deposit them in a couple of empty lots along my route. There was an odd moment, when I saw this one trying to leave the bucket, that I felt for one second like it was my pet, like a dog or a cat.
a strange moment indeed
sweet pea success in one of the planters (with a tower that holds a business name sign)
edging carpet of golden thyme
pizazz in miniature
agastache and parsley
Not only do I like the new paint job on Fun Rides, but the new owners are playing much better carousel music. Instead of the same carny tune over and over, I’ve heard carnivalized versions of YMCA, Heart of Glass, and several more pop/disco songs that make me happy.
Allan got done with Coulter Park in time to water four of the planters.
a stunning cosmos…like ‘Seashells’ but fluffier. (Allan’s photo)
We quite simply could not get to Ilwaco, sadly, so our Friday off slipped through our fingers. I did not feel we could have gotten done even had we worked a ten hour day. For awhile, I felt rather glum, then reminded myself that an all Ilwaco day is not such a hard thing.
Friday, 22 July 2016
I wanted to stay home with my Smokey.
post office garden
Port of Ilwaco
Because some rain had fallen overnight, I deluded myself into thinking we wouldn’t have to water. I was wrong. We realized immediately upon arrival at the boatyard that the garden had not been moistened enough by the light rain. I weeded while Allan watered.
a boat going out
I overheard the boat owners saying it was going to be windy this weekend. I hoped that just meant out on the water. One said to a friend that the boat was “so smooth you could do brain surgery while crossing the bar.”
looks like bad invasive purple loosestrife has blown in from somewhere, down where I can’t get at it.
about 1/5 of the boatyard garden, looking south
sweet pea success
I then hoped we would not have to water the Howerton Ave. curbside gardens. So wrong. We ended up watering almost all of them.
a little bird in the garden at Time Enough Books
watering the most parched west end garden bed
Gaura ‘Whirling Butterfly’ (Allan’s photo)
Eryngium (sea holly) (Allan’s photo)
grateful plants (Allan’s photo)
snaking hoses a long way from the dock (Allan’s photo)
Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ is fading to tan (Allan’s photo)
Pokemon Go players (Allan’s photo)
still clear water today
a different and prettier bindweed on the bank of the marina
Memorial plaques are set into the lawn at the marina. (Allan’s photo)
Allan found the obituary of the father of the family, whose plaque is on the right. Let’s take a moment to remember these local fishing folk. We are always aware here that the commercial fisherfolk are a brave and hardy clan.
A light mist for about ten minutes was not enough to let us stop watering. The water is still not on at the former Wade Gallery garden bed (which we had planted up all nice for the previous owners) so we are still bucket watering it (or rather, Allan is).
before the bucket watering, which is never enough: Even the Eryngium is suffering from lack of water.
Penstemon longing for a good dose of hose water. So frustrating.
I walked the whole length of Howerton weeding the beds.
the “drive over garden” shows the difference when we can reach a garden with hose water.
blue catananche at the east end
Both Allan and I had noticed that ‘Sapphire Blue’ is going tan.
Allan finished the workday by watering the Ilwaco street trees and planters with the water trailer while I went home and watered our own garden. Then, our weekly meeting of the North Beach Garden Gang. (It had been delayed one day because of a Melissa excursion to Portland on Thursday.) We had time on the way to visit the last half an hour of the PAA art show and chat with our friend Bayside Debbie.
Debbie and her really cool jewelry
The Cove Restaurant
sedums in Sondra’s garden outside (Allan’s photo)
caesar salad (Allan’s photo)
prime rib (a Friday night offering) for Dave and Mel (Allan’s photo)
and a very chocolatey dessert (Allan’s photo)
lemon mascarpone cheesecake, and our dear server Lynn treated us to our desserts.
At last we had come to our three day rather than four day weekend, with plans for boating, gardening, and some time touring one of our favourite local gardens with friends.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
1997 (age 73):
July 21: 10:30-5:00! COOLER Picked berries, barely enough for one breakfast. I planned to mulch and cage the tomatoes but ended up weeding, deadheading, and watering the flower beds in upper driveway and tam area. I pulled gobs of the perennial geranium plants that are everywhere. Did some weeding in front “ditch” but didn’t get done so I quit working at 5:00.
July 22: Store and errands day. Paid electric bill, Tim’s, Payless and Stock Market. Which is being redone by new owners (QFC) so it’s very difficult finding items.
1998 (age 74):
July 21: I put out all my quart mayo jars to recycle. I’ll keep all the pints. I can use mayo pints for tomatoes. I called Foremost Insurance Co. They will send an agent to check damage in bathroom floor—in 3 or 4 days. [She was getting her home ready to sell so she could move to Long Beach.]
July 22: TOO HOT 90 degrees. The agent called at 9:00 AM. She will come tomorrow at 1:00. I worked all day going over my house plants. I repotted several, threw some out, and put the plants back in the Floralight. I picked berries at 5:30 still hot—not many because of the heat. I watered from 7:00 to 9:00—then showered and quit for the day.
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