Saturday, 28 March 2015
Empty Bowls event
Strangely, I found myself in bed and falling sleep by 1 AM instead of 2 last night so was awake at the bright hour of 9 AM! This would have been a shock to Allan so I checked my email and Facebook for half an hour. Thus, we were at the Empty Bowls event by 11 AM. From the event page:
“This annual event brings handmade bowls created by local artists and elementary students together with handmade soups and bread made by local restaurants to help fund local food service organizations. Each year bowls are made and at the event are sold for $10 each. With that donation you get a lunch of soup and bread. After the event you keep your bowl to remind you of all the empty bowls in the world. Open to the public.
This is part of a national outreach to educate and empower communities through art and understanding.“
Many of the bowls at this event are made by grade school children. I asked local potter and event organizer Karen Brownlee if that is unusual, and she said yes, most of the similar events around the country have more “grown up” bowls (my words). There are plenty of “grown up” bowls mixed in to the choices at our local event. The children’s bowls add a great deal of charm and are a great way to introduce kids to this mix of art and community.
Just last night on Facebook, I saw Karen put out a request for a donation of butter to make the bread better. The butter arrived, and the bread was rustic and delicious.
In the background, above, Karen’s spouse is bringing our soup, as the event includes table service. It was later pointed out to me that the two green and yellow bowls that I chose are in the colours of an Oregon sportsball team. One even has the letter O in side! The completely went over my head as I don’t follow sports. I believe our good friend Susie is a fan of the team known as the Oregon Ducks (but I won’t part with my pretty green and blue bowl!) Allan always likes to get one with a bird’s head.
We were graced by the presence of local artist Rose Power, who sat with us. I had figured out (by asking around) that she was the woman at yesterday’s art event who had such nice things to say (in a delightful English accent) about our gardening.
We had to tear ourselves away from the good company in order to begin the workday. As we left, we met a most handsome dog who was just quietly lying outside. He stood up and licked my hand when I sweet talked him, then wandered off so I guess he had just come to visit where a crowd of people gathered.
The Basket Case Greenhouse
Our second pre-work stop was at the Basket Case Greenhouse, which was on our way to stops three and four. I needed just one thing, a bag of potting soil for planting sweet peas at home, and also took the opportunity to snag some new photos for the Basket Case Facebook page.
I didn’t get much, just a red Monarda for Jo, and one for the red white and blue Veterans Field garden.
When we looked over at the van, we could see Shadow the poodle all the way inside, and Walter had been thinking about getting in. This is not surprising for Shadow, as this used to be “his” van before we bought it from Fred and Nancy (thus VASTLY improving our lives) in autumn of 2013.
The Bayside Garden
Next, we went a bit further north, past our first actual work destination, to deliver a lovely spider azalea which we’d gotten at Monkey Business Nursery for Steve and John.
When Steve and John invited us in for coffee and a slice of a peanut butter and chocolate “Elvis” cake, we could not resist. (They make an excellent and flavourful cup of coffee and John is an accomplished baker.) We then had a brief tour of part of the garden. You may notice some lines of dug up soil, as an irrigation system is being installed by renowned local landscaper and rhododendron expert Steve Clarke’s capable team.
Steve and John had recently visited The English Nursery in Seaview, whose owner, Dirk Sweringen, sells an impressive variety of hostas.
Have I told you that this garden is going to open for touring on May 2?
We had to get to work, and Steve and John were off to the art show in Long Beach. Our first work destination was just a couple of blocks to the south, where we got a yard of Soil Energy mulch and headed to our first job.
Peninsula Landscape Supply
The Boreas Inn
I had one major goal for today, to get that yard of Soil Energy spread at the Boreas and then to plant two plants and some poppy seeds in Long Beach. While Allan got the mulch moving, I delivered the red bee balm plant to Jo’s, had a brief visit with her and little dog Coco, and then hightailed it back to the Boreas to get to work at last.
It went swimmingly and by the time we were almost done, my ambition for the day had increased.
I always wish for these beds to be level with the lawn, if not raised a little higher. We might finally have almost achieved that.
and then….back to
Peninsula Landscape Supply (again)
Instead of planting two plants and some seeds in Long Beach, my goal had changed to mulching the Port office garden and an area in my garden and then finishing the little gravel project at the Port office garden.
On the way to Ilwaco, I added to my goal the planting of sweet peas at our Ilwaco post office garden, as having some mulch to add would help them along.
I DO hope I have some luck with sweet peas in this spot. The last two years I have tried and failed for various reasons: lousy soil, not enough water, snails.
With that done, we drove to the port office and added soil to make the garden fluffy and happy.
Next, we applied the rest of the Soil Energy at home…
And then we went back to the port, got some gravel from their supply, and finished making the backsplash for the office garden.
After all that, I declared tomorrow a day off. I had been able to erase more from the work board than I had expected. And perhaps while walking around my own garden, I had been so horrified by the amount of weeds that I just had to have a day off. I just hope I get more done than just “piddlefarting around the garden.”
Pretty things soothe my anxiety about the garden:
Where Allan found the energy to mow our lawn AND Nora’s tonight I just cannot imagine.