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Monday, 11 December 2017

When I realized that just having “good weeding” on the work board for at home staycation projects would not provide me with much erasure satisfaction, I rewrote the list.

itemized weeding list

Skooter and Calvin

As soon as  started weeding the center back garden bed, I realized I had forgotten to add the garden boat area to the list.

Garden boat area needs intense strawberry control.

center bed in progress

Allan worked on getting a string of white lights working along the back eaves of the roof.

wheelbarrow load…

after wheelbarrow load

and done

I was surprised at how long it took weeding this one bed, and the back of it still had an unweeded batch of iris so I couldn’t erase this task yet.

A box of 500 40% off bulbs arrived from Van Engelen: 400 crocuses (the big ones) and 100 mixed miniature narcissi.  I’m not far enough along with weeding to plant them yet.

Near dusk, Allan started to dig out a big Fuchsia magellanica.

Allan’s photos: before

before

digging all around it

A dogwood that had been too big along the edge is now in its place.

Fuchsia seeking new home

Before gathering food for a campfire, I offered the fuchsia up on the Peninsula Gardeners Facebook group.  By the time we had the campfire going, I was already getting responses, and arranged to give away the big clump to one person and two smaller pieces to another.

winter campfire dinner

arranging plant pick ups

I deeply missed Smoky, my campfire companion.

in the good old days with my campfire cat

I need rainy days and the right frame of mind to do a Smoky retrospective photo series.

Allan had gotten all our holiday lights working. (Allan’s photo)

I’m not in a very holiday sort of mood and have not gotten anywhere near deciding to put up a Christmas tree, nor have I written Christmas cards yet.  I must get the latter project done within days.

Meanwhile, Tony and Scott had visited the North Head Lighthouse today, just a mile or so west of us, and I offer up these guest photos:

North Head Lighthouse, photo by Tony Hofer

photo by Tony Hofer

clam tide photo by Tony Hofer

Tony has given me permission to share his photos whenever I like; this could help liven up the blog during stretches when it’s all weeding.

 

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Saturday, 27 December 2014

Allan made a breakfast of fresh egg from Garden Tour Nancy’s flock of hens.

subtle and lovely hues

subtle and lovely hues

Nancy had acquired a new chicken for Christmas!

Nancy had acquired a new chicken for Christmas!  (Nancy’s photo enhanced by Waterlogue)

Scrambled, the eggs were rich in colour.

Scrambled, the eggs were rich in colour.

In the kitchen window, the paperwhites had grown so tall that they were hidden behind the lacy valance.  I moved them down to sink level.

paperwhites

paperwhites

I spent the day blogging about Lisa’s party.  One more event was scheduled for the month: music at the Sou’wester Lodge on Saturday evening.

event

We drove up to the lodge past vintage trailers with holiday lights.

We drove up to the lodge past vintage trailers with holiday lights.

in the living room of the lodge

in the living room of the lodge

Allan's photo.  The room filled till every seat was taken.

Allan’s photo. The room filled till every seat was taken.

Allan's photo:  We were offered (and accepted) tasty little chocolate tarts.

Allan’s photo: We were offered (and accepted) tasty little chocolate tarts.

Sean Ogilvie

Sean Ogilvie

Allan's photo of a CD by Sean and friends

Allan’s photo of a CD by Sean and friends

Sean quietly sang maritime stories of fog, rivers, sails, waves, lighthouses, mariners.  He spoke of how he has been writing songs with his best friend since age 14 and he now has a fifteen year old daughter.  It’s too bad, I thought, that Montana Mary and I did not continue our 14-year-old musical collaboration.

Laura Gibson listens to a song about Sean's childhood.

Laura Gibson (right)  listens to a song about Sean’s childhood.  To the left sat Sean’s daughter and a friend.

Laura Gibson

Laura Gibson

Laura sang more gentle folk songs.  She said, “I don’t have very many upbeat songs so I have to strategically place them”.  She referred several times to The Gambler as being one of her favourite songs, one she might sing later that evening at the karaoke bar just down the block.  I was grateful she did not sing it at the Sou’wester as it is possibly my least favourite song.  She spoke of playing Cards Against Humanity with some young “whippersnappers” and how that had segued into a serious talk about senility (because part of the game was a joke about senility, to go along with jokes about rape, racism, and the Holocaust).  I wondered if she Laura felt the sense of despair about humans that I feel every time I hear that someone likes that game.  My sense of humour, and I do have one, so does not work that way. The usual wave of baffled disheartenment about the game’s popularity distracted me from the next song.  Even though I heard a couple of enthusiastic audience murmurings of “I LOVE that game”, I comforted myself with the realization that most of the gentle readers of this blog (all twenty of you!) would likely share my reaction.

audience

I was glad we had stirred ourselves out of the house to sit in the comfortable old lodge, and we intend to go back for more shows in 2015.

Sunday, 28 December 2014

A Facebook message reminded me that an imaginary friend was visiting the Peninsula, about to make the transition to being a “met in real life” friend.  Thus another social outing presented itself, having dinner at the Depot with Sonya and her friend Paul.  I had met Sonya online in gardening forums and email lists, probably including the old Rainyside Gardeners forum.  We now knew each other through Facebook and would finally meet over dinner at the Depot Restaurant.

First, I decided it was time for Christmas at home to be over.  Allan heartily agreed, saying “I’m ready to move on.”

Ed Strange dropped by for a visit and said he was on his way home to also put away Christmas.

Ed Strange dropped by for a visit and said he was on his way home to also put away Christmas.

It was a relief to have the tree put away and access to my gardening books restored.

It was a relief to have the tree and ornaments and wreaths stored away and access to my gardening books restored.

The only hint of Christmas left indoors was Garden Tour Nancy’s chicken Christmas card (too cute to put away yet) and the beautifully decorated Joy Cup candy that was sent to us by Allan’s Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Hal.

joy

joy2

Allan took some sunset photos from the back garden.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

With the house restored to cozy everyday life, we departed for the Depot.

Sonya and Paul

Sonya and Paul

Over 30 years ago, Sonya and I frequented many of the same places such as the old Monastery all ages dance club in Seattle.  We conversed about the present day, having gone over the old days when we first met online.

Among our selections of delicious dinner fare:

Allan and Paul had the salmon special.

Allan and Paul had the salmon special.

I had a whole delicious bowl of Udon prawns to myself.

I had a whole delicious bowl of Udon prawns to myself.

Allan's espresso chocolate pot de creme.  (The rest of us had eggnog flan.)

Allan’s espresso chocolate pot de creme. (The rest of us had eggnog flan.)

Over appetizers (oysters, crab mac, and carne asada), Sonya showed me the photos she had taken today whilst she and Paul took a long bike ride on the Discovery Trail through the dunes from Long Beach all the way to a walk up to the North Head Lighthouse.  She says I can share them with you.  Here’s a breath of fresh air, much needed since I’ve been mostly staying home reading.

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

North Head Lighthouse, photo by Sonya Reasor

North Head Lighthouse, photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

"Fantastic sunset - we spent the day riding bikes along the Discovery Trail. Some of the most beautiful ocean views I've ever seen. "  photo by Sonya Reasor

“Fantastic sunset – we spent the day riding bikes along the Discovery Trail. Some of the most beautiful ocean views I’ve ever seen. ” photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

photo by Sonya Reasor

Monday, 29 December 2014

Cold weather and a good book kept me indoors again.

bright cold sun cast strong shadows on the porch across the street

bright cold sun cast strong shadows on the porch across the street

I’ve been turning into such a night person, and have had increasing insomnia, with reading till 4 AM and not being able to sleep till 6 AM, so I am not seeing much daylight.

rustia shadows

rustia shadows

This schedule simply must change in January, as I have garden clean up to do at home before work begins anew in February.  Meanwhile, I have stacks of books to read and the wee morning hours are the most peaceful time.  In the last few days and nights, I’ve read these excellent books:

echo

widow

lydia

small

Despite it being so well written, I don't think I loved this one as much as friends hoped I would.

Despite it being so well written, I don’t think I loved this one as much as friends hoped I would.

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

While I read The Signature of All Things, Allan took down the most Christmasy of the exterior lights (icicles and strings of multi coloured bulbs).  We will leave some plain white and some purple lights up for special occasions all year.  It was so cold out (just below freezing, which is cold by our standards) that he had to take several breaks.  He did notice with interest that I had a clematis in bloom on the west side of the garage.  It is ‘Freckles’, and it is normal for it to bloom in winter.

Freckles

Freckles

photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Once again, as the year closes, and as I have done many times this year, I wrote a long thing (dirge? sludge? mortification? revelation?) about emotions, friendship, the changing of the year, and more and then deleted it because, well, I suppose this is a gardening blog, after all.  This time, I saved it all to a draft while I consider publishing it or not.  Instead, here is an excellent post by a friend of mine on her own revelations about having to give up the dream of a perfect white picket fence family.  This paragraph, about friends lost through divorce, especially spoke to me:  “Some people are lifelong friends and some are not AND THAT is OK. … Maybe I should add on my to-do list: lift less weight.  Or drop the bars, turn the page and start writing a new story. Change the characters, develop a better plot, think through the hero’s crux with more purpose, and seek positive resolution. Good writers abandon dead end plots and sequences to invent newer, more bold and brave context to draw in the audience. I am officially discarding the text with no purpose and intentionally interacting with my tale with nothing but LOVE and LIGHT.”  

Meanwhile, the rest of today will consist of this:

I thank Kathleen for recommending it as the first 50 pages are utterly gripping .  500 to go, and it's due on Friday!

I thank Kathleen for recommending it as the first 50 pages are utterly gripping . 500 to go, and it’s due on Friday!

My plan is to next share a garden visit that is planned for New Year’s Day, as our big plans for New Year’s evening involve watching a movie (Baraka: A World Beyond Words), followed by the Seattle fireworks on telly.  As the New Year begins, I hope to share some of my favourite passages from the books I’ve been reading.  Wishing you the best possible 2015.

 

 

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Allan is going through his old photos and found these, of a job that we were offered in 2006.  Keep in mind that I am terrified of heights!   We got a call from a park ranger at Fort Canby State Park (now Cape Disappointment) that they had an area that needed weeding.  I pictured it down by the campground but instead, he took us to a bluff by the North Head Lighthouse…

outside the lighthouse fence

outside the lighthouse fence

and showed us, in all seriousness, that this area needed weeding in order to help along some native grasses that had been planted:

just weed...out there

just weed…out there

On both sides of the curved narrow strip, the cliff falls straight down to roiling waves.  I got dizzy just thinking of it!

We later heard that some sort of youthful crew did the job AND that they were roped in while doing it!

 

 

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