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Sunday, 21 July 2019

Cindy’s Garden

Terri of Markham Farm took Allan and me, Teresa, and Kilyn and Peter to see an excellent garden that had been on last year’s garden tour.

Peter, Terri, Cindy, Teresa, Kilyn (Allan’s photo)
sloping garden by Cindy and Carl’s parking area
Cindy, golden Leycesteria, and a bouquet from Terri
Just inside the garden entrance
shed wall
great wall of china
Allan’s photo
house wall; Cindy said she is going to re-do this area
steps going up to the She Shack, greenhouse, and new gazebo
at the top of the stairs

the garden shed (other side from the wall of china)

Carl has built all of the buildings on the property.  All Cindy has to do is come up with an idea and he makes it appear.

Peter and Allan, feeling inspired?
Peter in the new gazebo (Allan’s photo)
Cindy’s She Shack
in Cindy’s She Shack (Allan’s photo)
a wood stove for cozy winter days

We moved on to the shade garden.

the fourth wall of the big shed

I think these boxes are from a flower bulb farm.
Allan’s photo
along the woodsy side of the garden
Allan’s photo

This little shed had been shaked since our last visit.
Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo

a most beautiful primrose that Cindy grew from seed

She swears by a technique called winter sowing.  I must read up on it.

She explained how she found an easier method than milk jugs, but I can’t remember because the whole process was new to me.  Something about using pots instead, maybe…Oh I do wish I could remember.

I just about wept over the beauty of that primrose last year.

Cindy found the wood base of the table below in an alley in the nearby city of Aberdeen!

We emerged from the shade onto the big lawn with sunny borders along three sides.

the front of the newly shaked shed
a monkey puzzle tree in the middle
view through to the wall of china
sunny border

Eryngium

Allan’s photo
monkey puzzle (Allan’s photo) I learned they are dioecious. These catkins 2/3 the way up indicate this is a male tree.
looking back
Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo

variegated horseradish

We thanked Cindy for opening her spectacular garden to us and then we all returned for one last hour or two at

Markham Farm.

Terri had made clam chowder and served it with cheese and crackers, crudités, and watermelon slices, as we sat around the fire circle on the deck.

me, Kilyn, Terri and Bill (Allan’s photo)
relaxation after much garden touring

I took one last walk around the deck…

Down by the barn, Teresa and Terri and I gleaned some seedlings from the European bladdernut tree; Teresa had also collected some hydrangea cuttings.

The back of our van was full of plants from the garden tour plant sale, and the plants that Ann had brought me yesterday, and some from Terri today.

I felt deeply verklempt to part ways with Kilyn and Peter…just till next summer’s tour season, I hope.  They would have a long drive back to Canada on Monday.  After they had driven away to their Ocean City campground, I found a bottle of wine from them on the seat of our car, one that I greatly enjoyed with dinner for the next week.

Next year’s WSU Master Gardeners tour will be in Satsop and Montesano areas.  It’s the best tour on the coast.  I’m already looking forward to it and hoping for a reunion with good friends.

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Sunday, 21 July 2019

Markham Farm

morning sun, tea and a pastry at the cottage

We were honored to be able to stay at the cottage, which is really not used as a guest cottage.  It is more of a library.  The real guest rooms are up some stairs in the old farmhouse, and Terri and Bill were so kind to offer us a one story dwelling out of sympathy for my physical problems.

We packed our belongings and drove down to the barn so that we’d be ready to go garden touring later.

by the driveway
Ilsa awaiting company

Teresa of The Planter Box had already arrived from an overnight at Ocean Shores, and Kilyn and Peter soon arrived from their campground at Ocean City.

Peter and Ilsa

We walked all around the garden.

The European bladdernut tree (Staphylea pinnata)
Ilsa, Kylin and me
Teucrium ‘Purple Tails’ and a rose
a bright little bird
Woody, the old blind horse, is over 30 years old.
one of many hydrangeas
garden art
Terri, Teresa, and Kilyn
more hydrangeas
smokin’ smoke bush
another idea I want to copy (if I can find a big enough pot)

We found a frog by Waldo Pond, named because one looks for frogs in the pond like “Where’s Waldo”, and of course, a pun on Walden Pond.  As usual, it took me a long time before the pun dawned on me.

Allan’s photo
More frogs were in the pond. (Allan’s photo)
The beautiful water globe was a Costco find.
Barry
the blueberry field (for the birds)

We went down the trail to the beach.

Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo, Teresa and Ilsa

Back to the garden…

Gus

We went down the east slope to see the river of Geranium ‘Rozanne’.

at the bottom of the hill

a side path on the way up
looking down

After our Markham morning, we caravaned in three vehicles to visit Cindy’s garden, just a few minutes away.

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Saturday, 20 July 2019

Markham Farm

We arrived back at our guest cottage at 6:45 and had a look at the little garden there, where I saw tadpoles in the pond.

Allan’s photo

After a brief rest, I walked on down to the farm ahead of Allan.  The evening sun highlighted the garden bed that I saw the first time we visited here two years ago; I remembered that moment when I knew we had arrived at a wonderful place.

While I am not well traveled, I have toured dozens of Pacific Northwest gardens and this is my favourite of all.

One of the reasons I love this garden best: It has horses.

Gus

Woody (Allan’s photo)

Verbena bonariensis

left side of the driveway

the pollinator garden

an embrace

Barry

I kept wandering, with Barry and Gus the only residents I had seen so far.

The property includes many wooded acres and a beach.  The garden itself is three? or five? acres.

The giant white froth of persicaria above is well behaved and is not Japanese knotweed.

looking back along the driveway

I entered the shrubbery.

hypericum in foreground

Another reason I love this garden best: It is multi-layered and intricate with little or no space between plants, and yet the plants are also well defined.

Another reason I love this garden best: lots of hydrangeas.

an enviable Hydrangea aspera

dinosaur footprints, which I soon learned were a recent acquisition, destined for the grandchildren’s woodsy camp

Allan’s photo

repurposed satellite dish

Right about here, I heard rustling and met Terri and Ilsa wandering the paths from the other direction. We then wandered together, soon joined by Allan, and Terri showed us some favourite plants.  She said she had recently realized she “gardens in vignettes.”

(Terri, Ilsa, Bill, and Barry are four more reasons that this is my favourite garden.)

Ilsa

Waldo Pond has a little leak this year.

Stewartia

when Allan found us

the light at 7:50 PM

Ilsa leads the way.

daylily, maybe Ice Carnival

Allan’s photo

We walked to the other side of the driveway to admire some new daylilies.

looking toward the blueberry field/bird feasting area

Terri had limbed up the Fuchsia magellanica by the pavilion (an old remodeled garage, site of an old forge).

I remembered how I’d limbed up fuchsias in my old garden and now felt inspired to do so again when we returned home.  Another reason this garden is a favourite: it gives me ideas.

I doubt I have the story entirely right about the sculpture, below; something like…it used to be in Terri and Bill’s old Seattle neighbourhood, and then it was sitting out for free and they were able to snag it and bring it to Markham Farm.

Another reason this garden is my favourite: It abounds in garden art, much of which  is found, upcycled, or gifted, nothing ostentatious, nothing that tries to be more important than the garden.

After our garden walk, we entered the house…

..for some cheesecake garnished with three kinds of berries.  The dessert was deliciously photogenic but good conversation distracted me from saving its image for posterity.

kitchen window

We were able to return to the guest cottage without feeling the sadness of departure, because tomorrow we’d be in the Markham Farm again with friends.

 

 

 

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Friday, 19 July 2019

 Jazmin, who has made herself scarce in the closet since she moved in, decided that three AM was the perfect time to jump on the bed, wake me up, get petted, and finally purr.  I haven’t had much good sleep this week.

Our canine neighbors got their biscuits in the late morning.

Cotah

Bentley

We packed, having taken no time to prepare for our little trip till now.  Allan made one short work trip just to apply Liquid Fence deer spray to a few of the Ilwaco planters. I feared that the rain might have washed it all off.  He did indeed find some deer damage.

The city hall planters are two that we spray.  Deer love nasturtiums.

City Hall

The pots below are provided by the office staff.

And City Hall has a luscious new dahlia planting.

Meanwhile, I soaked all my own potted plants.  They would have to fend for themselves till Sunday, except for the four greenhouse tomatoes who were expecting (and got) a watering visit from Jenna.

I did find it hard to leave my garden just as peak Lily Time began.

And we were off at the not so bright and early hour of 3 PM.

As we approached South Bend, a long caravan of VW buses went by in the other direction, lots of delightfully old ones.  I wished I had gotten my camera out sooner.

At Dennis Company in Raymond, we purchased our tickets for the tour, truly the most attractive tour booklet offered by any tour.

We took the road through Grayland to Markham because I find it less scary than the busier road to Aberdeen. I now realize it was actually a quicker route to Markham, where we had kindly been offered a guest cottage for the weekend, than going through Aberdeen.  You can see in the upper left our destination for Saturday: Ocean Shores. Kilyn and Peter had already arrived at their RV campground in Ocean City.  (I wonder what Aberdeen Gardens is? A suburb, apparently.)

Westport Winery

We arrived at Westport Winery with enough time for dinner before our expected arrival at Markham Farm. Although I had high hopes for a big plant shopping spree at the Westport Winery plant nursery, it seemed to have scaled down from the excellent selection of two years ago.

I did find a few plants to buy, of course.

Allan’s photo

We found a dinner table with a garden view.

salmon and strawberry salad

Allan’s chicken and clam chowder

The restaurant is called the Sea Glass Grill and our bill came with two pieces of “sea glass”, a charming touch to add to one of my plant tables.

I had time for a quick look at the gardens.

entrance to the undersea theme garden

Markham Farm

Soon after, we were driving down the road to my favourite garden.

Terri showed us the cottage where we would stay for the weekend and we then unloaded some plants from my garden that I had brought for her (from my plant sale selection). It had seemed like coals to Newcastle, and yet they were a successful choice.

Ilsa helps unload

We had a sit down with Terri and Bill on the farmhouse deck…

Allan’s photo

my good friend Ilsa

view down to the beach

At dusk, we looked at just part of the garden.

the pollinator garden bed (Allan’s photo)

Teucrium ‘Purple Tails’ (Allan’s photo)

We said goodnight to Terri and Bill, Ilsa and Barry….

Barry the cat

And then returned to the cottage for an early bedtime. It has a little garden of its own.

Tomorrow: Up at 8 AM for garden tour day! I am going to give most of the gardens their own post and will publish twice a day for four or five days.

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Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Markham Farm, part two

During our tour of Terri and Bill’s Markham Farm garden, Terri walked us down to the beach that is part of the acreage.  I had thought the path would be steep and difficult (for me).  Terri had described how when her children were young, she could be in the garden or on the deck of the house and hear them playing on the beach below.  It seemed like a long way down from there, but the path turned out to be an easy stroll.  On the way, Terri showed us where an old railway line had run below the house all the way to Aberdeen, and where she had embarked upon an enormous winter project of pulling ivy from the bank below the house, with impressive success.

Terri shows where the railway used to be.

Allan’s photo

an easy path and then one step down

Newly adopted dog Ilsa began to run the moment her toes hit the sand.  Terri said that it is unusual to have such a long stretch of sand, instead of mud, along Grays Harbor.

Allan’s photo

looking south

looking north

We walked south…


Allan and Terri

Allan’s photo

Ilsa running. In the distance you can see the Westport on the horizon.

Ilsa (Allan’s photo)

After checking back with us, Ilsa went running again.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

massive rocks left over from the railway line (and my streaky camera problem)

We turned and walked north, almost to the alder woods.  A trail through there is one of Terri’s joys, but today we did not walk back that way for two reasons: My sore foot, and the fact that Terri does not want new dog Ilsa to learn about the alder woods until she is completely bonded to home.  Ilsa did look at the trees with great interest.

The alders are beyond and above the shoreline willows.

The willows and the driftwood reminded me of riverbanks where my family camped when I was a child.  I suddenly said to Terri, “Uh oh, this is making me dissatisfied with my life!”  That does not happen very often.  But to walk on this beach every day….. I had to hold the picture of my beloved Ilwaco marina in my mind very hard for a moment to damp down my beach envy.

driftwood and willows

Ilsa would run, then check on us, then run again.

the scent of sand, seaweed, and willows

drifts of smooth pebbles

driftwood and native blue Elymus (beach grass)

below the house, part of Terri’s ivy clearing project

the alder woods

Ilsa almost discovered the alder woods path on her own.  She may have smelled a deer.  Like the good dog she is, she came back to us (eventually) when called.

railway remnants

just before we turned back

By the main path up to the garden, 15 month old Ilse had a good dig.

She is learning not to do this in the garden.

Someday we will take up Terri’s invitation to visit and stay overnight.  With a whole day (and I hope a better foot), I would walk and walk on this beach and explore the alder woods paths.

the main path back, marked with floats

Tomorrow: back to daily work.  As I write these two posts about Markham Farm, I am transported  there.  It is a garden that I will think about for as long as I can think.

I brought home these beachcombing finds to remember the beach by.

 

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