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Friday, 15 December 2017

When we’d learned there was to be a rally against ICE deportations in the afternoon, interfering with my at-home goals, I had decided that we should try to polish off some of the leftover work beforehand.

We began at the Ilwaco boatyard garden, planting about six good sized starts of Solidago ‘Fireworks’ in empty spaces along the two block long garden.

boatyard garden looking south

planting

The last of the old cosmos got pulled, and I am calling this garden done for 2017.

crab pot tree at the end of the garden (Allan’s photo)

In Long Beach’s Fifth Street Park, I planted two clumps of the solidago (a short and well behaved clumping goldenrod) while Allan snipped a few stray brown stems from nearby planters.

Fifth Street Park

Narcissi already blooming in Fifth Street Park

We cruised up to the Anchorage Cottages, thinking we could finally clip back the chrysanthemums and agyranthemums.  Our summery weather had them still blooming, so we did not even get out of the van, just turned around and left.

At The Red Barn Arena, we planted a couple of pieces of the goldenrod and pulled out one dead erysimum.

a wee bit of weeding

Midge in her fine coat.

Next door at Diane’s garden, the remaining annuals still looked too lush to pull.  I left a note suggesting she just cut back anything in those pots that looks tatty later.  I can’t keep going back to check on them every week; that is not cost effective for either of us.

the annuals that will not die

I look forward to many bulbs in this raised septic garden.

We now had an hour and a half left before the rally, with no more work to do.  This called for a stop at NIVA green.

In NIVA green, with Heather’s assistant, Wes, and Heather Ramsay herself

a peek through the doorway into the magic workshop (Allan’s photo)

Heather had put out some new lamps:

I fell hard for this double decker nightlight and got it for myself, even though buying presents for myself was not on the agenda.

This red truck is going to go beautifully with a “Card Lady’ card of a red truck with a Christmas tree in the back.

After NIVA, we spent 40 minutes relaxing at Abbracci Coffee Bar.  I am quite annoyed that the bright summer-like sun blurred out my focus on the Christmas tree in their window.  Trust me, it was such a pretty sight.  Let’s say it is like a water colour.

an elegant pattern on my latte

Maddy of Pink Poppy Bakery is retiring her business to become a personal chef for an artists’ retreat.   Abbracci will be the only local place to get her baked goods, like this delicately flavoured Swedish Traveling Cake.  Elixir Coffee up in South Bend will also have her treats.

Abbracci art (Allan’s photo)

In Abbracci, I had such a helpful conversation with owners Tony and Bernardo and one of their patrons. I was asked (not in these exact words) about the severe clean up of the narrow garden to the south of their building: Would the plants come back? I had dug up lots of volunteer blue scabiosa and other perennials in an attempt to start over. I told them that I try to rein in my “messy gardening style” and was thinking of a much tidier planting there. Turns out all three of them love the wild and tangly style. It made the happy to hear that I could so easily make that garden bed messy again.

Finally, it was time for the rally.  This time, the organizer had decided to split the event between Long Beach and Ocean Park.  I had kvetched about it making the groups too small, and indeed, the rally began with only three of us.  For new readers, here is the background again:

“[Long Beach Peninsula Resident] Rosas was arrested when going to Okie’s early in the morning of November 27. When he asked why he was being arrested, ICE officers said “My supervisor asked me to come find you because of what appeared in the newspaper.” We want to speak out against this arrest and on the attack on his rights to free speech.

The original story in the Seattle Times (my home town paper) is here, and well worth reading.

The follow up, after the arrest of Rosas, is here.

He appears to have been sought out because he spoke (under his nickname) to the Seattle Times.  ICE did not detain him earlier, even though he asked them why they took his family and not him.

This story has drawn the attention of the Mexican consulate and has been picked up by national and international news, including the Washington Post and The Independent, UK.

Here is a link to the gofundme where you can contribute, to help him and his family, who were deported to Mexico.  (His children are American citizens, who went with their mother.)

Today, when we first arrived, we thought there was no one else, and we waited in our van for a bit.  Then we saw one lone figure arrive; it was Ann, who had also been waiting in her vehicle.

Allan’s photo

We settled into our rallying as the wind picked up and the rain arrived.  Allan took all the rally photos but one.  My hands were so cold that I didn’t even think of getting out the camera.

Only once were we heckled with a “WOOO Trump!” from a young fellow driving a foreign made car; the rest of the interaction from passing vehicles was all waves and honks and thumbs up.

Everyne at the Ocean Park rally point bailed out when the rain came.  I was not about to stop for rain; I know darn well that Rosas himself worked on the bay in all sorts of weather.

MaryBeth saw my one real-time photo on Facebook and came to join us.  Four felt much more effective to me than three.

The rain finally stopped and out came a rainbow behind us.

Our good friend Susie was just at that moment returning from an out of town trip, too late to join us..

our Susie

We endured till 4:15 PM.

Allan and I could see a glorious pink sky and so we drove to the west end of Sid Snyder drive for a better look.

looking west

Allan’s photo, to the south

We nabbed a few Christmas lights photos on the way home.

Ilwaco City Hall

Ocean Beach Hospital, Ilwaco (Allan’s photo)

Ocean Beach Hospital (Allan’s photo)

Crab pots on First Avenue

We had a mere 45 minutes turn around time at home.  I was able to erase Diane’s garden and the Red Barn from the work board.  The other jobs are simply going to have to wait until we have a hard frost for their final check up…if we have such a thing this winter.

We soon left again for our weekly North Beach Garden Gang dinner at OleBob’s Café at the Port.

on the way: The Crab Pot Tree

The four us us (Tangly Cottage Gardening and Sea Star Gardening) were joined this week by our good friend Ed of Strange Landscaping.

In the entry hallway: Pins show where visitors have come from.

a local sea captain

This week’s specials:

a beef empanada

the view

south window reflection shows the inside, the outdoor dining deck, and the Jessie’s Ilwaco Fish Co Christmas star

Dave, Ed, Allan, Melissa, with Lynn and Chef Laura in the background

Paella was another special of the night.

Allan’s fresh caught rockfish with Laura’s chimichurri sauce and a “perfectly done” baked potato

flan for dessert

We stayed till after closing, when I was so happy to sit with Laura’s dog, Pancho.

I so much want a nice little dog.  Pancho is such a good boy.

I suddenly felt ever so exhausted.  Yet tomorrow is another busy, not at-home day.

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A RealTime Alert

From the local Indivisible group:

Rally to Protest the Arrest of Rosas!

“We are planning to rally again this Friday from 3:00 to 4:15, this time in two locations,  the 4-way stop in Ocean Park again (meet on Jack’s corner) and in Long Beach at the light on Sid Snyder Drive (the light furthest south).

Bring signs if you can.  It is possible this could be our last rally until the end of the rainy season.

If you want to contribute to our fund for Hispanic families who have lost their breadwinner due to ICE arrests, we will have an envelope at the rally.

Thank you for caring.

https://www.gofundme.com/sw4ua-help-the-gutierrez-family ”

My own worried thought: We only had about fifteen people last week, so splitting into two groups concerns me. I hope there is some inside info that lots more people plan to show up. We will be at the LB location.

P.S. Allan and I have rallied in the rain many times.

I’m sorry that once again, this event is on a day and time that is hard for working people.

Now back to compost news.

Saturday, 9 December 2017

I wished I had had better sleep.  Back to insomnia and only five hours…not enough!

Skooter is also a late riser.

After a huge cup of tea and very little news reading, I got back out to the compost project and got the last of the material that had been in the old bin three (and was now on the loose) moved into the new bin three.

Allan assembling Bin Four!

Now I can access the bins from both front and back.

view from behind bin four

Skooter, age four and a half, loves to chase Frosty (age 13) and Calvin (age 12).

I recently read in Fine Gardening magazine’s reader tips that you can grow beautiful carrot umbels by sticking old carrots in the ground.  Looks like it would work!

So I planted this one.

At last, I found a place to display an old piece of picket fence that used to be at Andersen’s RV Park.

a work corridor behind the four bins

four bins!

FOUR!!!!

Allan’s photo

Ann Amato from Portland stopped by to see the bins and to introduce us to her cat, Felix, who enjoys traveling.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan had finished and installed the window boxes and put the plastic window box liners (already planted) inside of them.

Allan’s photo

sun setting over Cape Disappointment at 3:30 PM

The sun was an orb of fire in fog.

I now had room for more clippings and made some from the east bed.

When I went into the house at 4:20, Allan was finishing a pet project of his that he began this afternoon: installing some pavers in the arbor area where the grass gets worn down.

Also shows that the window box brackets got painted green.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Window boxes got erased from the work board.  (We also have to find a new accountant because our old one closed her office to spend more time with family.)

OleBob’s Café

We went to OleBob’s at the Port of Ilwaco for our weekly North Beach Garden Gang dinner, joined by Ann and by Todd.

Allan’s photo

Todd, Ann, me, Dave and Melissa of Sea Star Gardening

Our favourite local restaurant server and good friend, Lynn, is now at OleBob’s, and we were following her, because we are loyal like that.

so nice to be in the expert care of Lynn again!

You might think that OleBob’s is named after an old man named Bob.  It is actually named after two friends, Ole (pronounced Oh-lee) and Bob.

Chef Laura has OleBob’s open for dinners on Friday and Saturday evenings now and has revamped the dinner menu with delicious specials, like…

crab empanada

Ann had sauceless crab cocktail, with just lemon because she’s allergic to pepper.

samples of oyster stew. Even those of us who don’t like oyster found it tasty.

We liked that a dinner salad was included with the entrees.

Ann’s oysters. I just can’t. She pronounced them delicious.

salmon with fresh chimichurri sauce

prawns on polenta

OleBob’s is also a seafood market, so the fish is ever so fresh.

lemon chiffon cake and double chocolate brownie

After closing, we got to see the live crabs in the tank…

emerging from the crab tank area

I think we may have found a new weekly dinner spot.

Sunday, 10 December 2017 (part one)

I had another night of not enough sleep, this time because of anxiety over Skooter.  Last night he seemed poorly. We wondered if he had had a fall or a fight while we were out to dinner.  I realized I would be embarrassed to have to take him to the vet! I have never been to the vet as many times as in the last six weeks.  Fortunately, when I awoke this mid-morning he seemed better. We are keeping a close eye on him.  He certainly has a knack for trouble. [Update a day later: He’s back to his usual self. I think he must have had a fall on one of his climbing adventures and gotten sore.]

Skooter feeling under the weather (Allan’s photo)

I only had a couple of hours in the garden due to a planned afternoon outing.  As I began, our friend Ed and Jackson Strange (Strange Landscaping) stopped by.

Jackson Strange

Jackson and Rudder were exchanging glances.

Our Edster

My mission was to cut down some more compost debris.

before

after

I now have three of the four bins filled.

Meanwhile, Allan pruned the big dead branch and three stubby stumps out of the ornamental plum tree.

before (big branch is cut but is still in there)

after

Even though I did not want to leave the garden at 2:30, we had an irresistible invitation.  To be continued…

But first, one more thing.  You might remember little dog Royal who lived next door and was good friends with Frosty.

Frosty and Royal goofing around next door.

He was not a happy little guy during the day.  He’d been adopted from a batch of small dogs sent up from California so we do not know his background.  It had turned out that he had terrible separation anxiety, coupled with a strong desire to run outside.  So he needed a home with someone who was home all the time and with a fenced yard.  And look! Within three days of the local shelter seeking a new home for him, he found the perfect place, as we learned in this week’s paper.  Those kids will keep him busy and give him all the running around that he craves.  We are all so relieved.  I just wish that Frosty could read.

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

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Today was Shop Small Saturday, and since I wanted to stay very local (and needed to “cover” the event for Discover Ilwaco), we stuck to the Port of Ilwaco.  I was very well chuffed to have friends Kathleen and J9 come by to join us.  On the way down, I found it terribly difficult not to pull some small weeds from a Howerton Way garden.  With Kathleen’s encouragement, I managed to walk on past them.

J9, Kathleen, and I amble along Waterfront Way (Allan's photo)

J9, Kathleen, and I amble along Waterfront Way (Allan’s photos)

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a crisp sunny day, such a contrast from yesterday

We walked by Time Enough Books.

We walked by Time Enough Books.

And OleBob's.  We would return to both later on.

And OleBob’s. We would return to both later on.

Regular readers will be glad to know that after a week off work, I did not need my cane to make it to the port and back.  In fact, I was not even hobbling!

 

entering this year's Ilwaco Christmas Market venue, the former space of Queen La De Da (who moved her shop downtown)

entering this year’s Ilwaco Christmas Market venue, the former space of Queen La De Da (who moved her shop downtown)

The market will be richer in vendors starting next week.  There was a big craft fair, maybe more than one, in Seaside and maybe Astoria today so crafters were spread a bit thin, we think.  NEXT week Pink Poppy Bakery will be there…but Kathleen will be back in her Olympia home and will miss that delight till she returns in two weeks.

In the Saturday Christmas Market:

It occurs to me I need to look at jewelry and compliment it; I tend to ignore it as I don't wear much (except for the very cool jewelry of Debbie Haugsten).

It occurs to me I need to look at jewelry and compliment it; I tend to ignore it as I don’t wear it much. .(The exception is that I always notice the very cool jewelry of Debbie Haugsten; I wish she had a booth at this market.)

An artist in wood....

An artist in wood….

had made a beautiful boat.

had made a beautiful boat.

The miniature charts were actual antiques.

The miniature charts were actually old, he told us.

boat detail

boat detail

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

In the interest of supporting the market, Allan bought an oyster shell ornament.

In the interest of supporting the market, Allan bought an oyster shell ornament.

wreaths

wreaths

signs

signs

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

When I saw market manager Bruce Peterson carrying a wooden star down the street, I realized he must be planning to put the topper on the crab pot Christmas tree.  I left the market and tailed him for a photo opportunity.

approaching the tree at the west end of Howerton Way

approaching the tree at the west end of Howerton Way

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Peter and Bruce place the star

Peter and Bruce place the star

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"Does it look straight to you?"

“Does it look straight to you?”

Betsy Millard, director of Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum

Betsy Millard, director of Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum

helpers

helpers

zip-tying the lights and greenery

zip-tying the lights and greenery

On the way back, I simply had to stop at the westernmost Howerton Way garden and break the dead stems off of a Gaura ‘Whirling Butterflies’.  I had meant to bring my clippers.  Kathleen reminded me that I was on staycation but I could not be dissuaded.  After that excitement, we reunited with Allan and J9 and all went into Time Enough Books for awhile.  Before entering, Allan saw co owner Peter putting up some lights.

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Peter making sure the lights reach down to the Purly Shell yarn shop

In the bookstore, my good friend Scout waited to greet new customers.

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Allan's photo; shop dog Scout

Allan’s photo; shop dog Scout

We sat by the fire (Allan's photo)

We sat by the fire (Allan’s photo) and I hope added some ambience.

Allan's photo: lots of patrons for Shop Small Saturday

Allan’s photo: lots of patrons for Shop Small Saturday

Time Enough Books

Time Enough Books

J9, an avid reader, browsing the shelves

J9, an avid reader, browsing the shelves

J9 left us to run assorted errands and head home to her new kittens.  Kathleen and I made a stop into Purly Shell Fiber Arts, right next door to the bookstore.

Purly Shell Christmas tree

Purly Shell Christmas tree

yarn displayed on nautical nets

yarn displayed on nautical nets

in Purly Shell

in Purly Shell (Allan’s photo)

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I tried to start a conversation about the cozy mystery series The Seaside Knitters and how I was loving it so much that it made me want to learn to knit.  This was a missed opportunity as I could at that moment have been easily convinced to take a knitting class.  Allan commented how much our cats would enjoy the yarn.

It does look like a pleasant pastime.

It does look like a pleasant pastime.

Allan departed to work on a home project: getting some Christmas lights hung.  Kathleen and I were starting to feel peckish.  Before lunch, however, we wanted to visit Artist Don Nisbett.

Don in his shop

Don in his shop

cards

cards

tiles

tiles

glasses

glasses

and a marina view...

and a marina view…

We each bought some Christmas cards, and Don signed them for us.

cards by Don

cards by Don

While we were there, a fisherman came in asking for a good place to eat at the port.  Don suggested OleBob’s.  Then the fisherman told us that the boat he’d been on last night was almost the first casualty of the crabbing season.

a fisherman's tale

a fisherman’s tale

The boat called The Hornet had sprung a leak at sea during last night’s windy weather.  The Coast Guard was called.  In choppy seas, some of the expensive crab pots were lost, and crewmate Big John went overboard.  Thankfully, he got back to the side of the boat almost immediately and was saved.  Within just thirty seconds, his legs had gone numb from the cold.  You can see a short Coast Guard video of the rescue here.

Soon Kathleen and I went down the way to OleBob’s ourselves and were pleased to see the fisherman and the owner of the boat ordering a big set of meals for the whole crew.  The boat’s owner told us the leak would be fixed soon and they would go back out.

crab fishermen at OleBob's

crab fishermen at OleBob’s

We waiting peaceably at a corner table while the big order was cooked.

We waiting peaceably at a corner table while the big order was cooked.

views from OleBob's...

views from OleBob’s…

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Kathleen had fish and chips (left) and I had crab cakes (right):

I took a bite of the tasty garlic bread before I remembered to take a photo.

I took a bite of the tasty garlic bread before I remembered to take a photo.

On the way out, we had a look at the two maps where visitors to OleBob’s stick a pin to mark how far they have traveled for a tasty crab cake.

map of the USA

map of the USA

map of the world

map of the world

At home, we found Allan still working on the lights in the quite chilly air.  He kept at it till sunset and took some photos from the roof.

He kept at it till sunset...(Allan's photo)

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The Jessie’s star, right

 

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lights partially installed; more icicle lights to come

one string of lights on the back of the house

Kathleen left for her beach cabin in time to get home before the roads  iced up.  As I write this in the late evening, it’s 29 degrees outside and I am looking forward to six days of reading.  Only one more work task remains: the billing for November, and then I can turn to books for several days before next Saturday’s lighting of the Crab Pot Christmas Tree calls us out again.

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 It took all tedious day to do the billing.  Now that it is done, I REALLY feel like I am on staycation!

The last gardening news for November:

Allan got the darling little cyclamens from Kathleen planted.

Allan got the darling little cyclamens from Kathleen planted.

The wheelbarrow got a tune up in Allan's shop, and the gardening tools got unloaded from the van.

The wheelbarrow got a tune up in Allan’s shop, and the gardening tools got unloaded from the van.

I am sorry to say we already have a call from a client who needs some help with a bulb transplanting project, so a few tools will have to go back in so we can come to her rescue.  (There are always a few job-related tasks that come up to interfere with pure staycation.)

a bouquet of chrysanthemums from Long Beach still in bloom by the window

a bouquet of chrysanthemums from Long Beach still in bloom by the window

Fatsia 'Spiders Web' is still holding up well.

Fatsia ‘Spiders Web’ is still holding up well.

The front garden is pretty well crispy.

The front garden is pretty well crispy.

We have but one small tomato left of the last handful that I brought in before the cold night.

We have but one small tomato left of the last handful that I brought in before the cold night.

And the cats are well settled in for the winter.  For much of the rest of staycation, at least any cold and/or rainy days, I hope to be joining them on this chair:

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Saturday, 2 November, 2013

The predicted storm arrived around 3 AM with much bluster.  That’s only about an hour after my usual falling asleep time so I barely noticed till around 8 A.M. when loud gusts rattled a tarp in the work storage area outside my window.  I worried briefly about whether or not the power would go out and fell back asleep.

Fortunately, despite a day full of wild wind, the power did stay on for the two Ilwaco events I had been eagerly anticipating.

I had just signed up for the National Blog Posting Month on blogher.com and then realized that November 2 might be my biggest writing challenge.  Since I am running two days behind, the blog post scheduled was Halloween, which is kind of a big deal here and had generated lots of photos.   Would I fail to post on the very first day of signing onto the challenge after having missed very few days in the last several months?  No indeed.   I began my Halloween post before the first event and got about one third of the way through the photo story before heading one block down to Time Enough Books for the 1 PM book signing.

There, in the foyer, stood my dear friend (and Music in the Gardens tour organizer) Nancy Allen, frying up a batch of crab cakes.

our dear Nancy

our dear Nancy

Her spouse, Phil, had harvested the crabs that very morning off the North Jetty.

Phil, forager and gather extraordinaire

Phil, forager and gatherer extraordinaire

I heard someone comment jokingly to Nancy “They don’t like you much!” because she was relegated to the foyer.   She explained that the smell of cooking crab could not be allowed to mingle with the books in the store.

The event, a signing of the book Soup Night, by Maggie Stuckey, had drawn a good crowd.

in the bookstore

in the bookstore

Maggie Stuckey gave a brief talk about how she had found a soup night group in her Portland, Oregon neighbourhood.

I do think this photo of her is cute!

I do think this photo of her is cute!

She described seeing neighbours walking up to a house, each carrying a soup bowl and a spoon; this saves on clean up for the evening’s host.  She became inspired to write about how Soup Night groups create a sense of community.

Maggie Stuckey describing Soup Night

Maggie Stuckey describing Soup Night

Maggie researched Soup Night groups, finding them throughout the USA, and collected stories and recipes for the book.  Here in our Long Beach Peninsula area was the largest number geographically of recipe contributors.

The rest of the event was all about mingling and eating, just like a real Soup Night would be.  The soup samples were offered in bowls full, not just tiny tastes as I had expected, and two salads and the crab cakes were also part of the scrumptious fare.  Charmingly, the recipe contributors signed the books, each on the page on which their recipe appeared.

Nancy signs for her crab cakes.

Nancy signs for her crab cakes.

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Our friend, client, and realtor Cheri Diehl waits to get Nancy to sign.

Our friend, client, and realtor Cheri Diehl waits to get Nancy to sign.

Virginia Tackett signed the page for “Not Your Grandmother’s Green Pea Salad”.  Her name tag had the page number on which her recipe appeared, as did the tags for each of the recipe contributors.

Virginia Tackett

Virginia Tackett

signing

signing

My favourite soup was a creamed garlic and onion creation by Dennis Battles.

Dennis signs for Roasted Onion and Garlic Cream Soup

Dennis signs for Roasted Onion and Garlic Cream Soup

Local author Sydney Stevens signed for her recipe Southwestern Lentil Soup.  Delicious.  We spoke briefly about blogging when I told her I intend to read her Oysterville Daybook, about life in the small Peninsula town of Oysterville,  from the beginning to the present day this winter.  She asked me to be on the watch for any subject she might repeat herself on.  I agreed it is very hard to not repeat oneself.  For me, I am sure there is much repetition over the years as our work goes round the year in repeating cycles.

Kennette Osborn from Ocean Park was the first to sign her soup recipe (page 104), before i got the idea of photographing the signers.  Her “Surprise Beef Stew” had a wonderful twist:  It is served with cool crispy coleslaw stirred in right before eating.

I don’t want to give away that I bought two books, as someone might guess it is her Christmas present…but I did.

me and bookstore owner Karla

me and bookstore owner Karla

a warm and happy event

a warm and happy event

I hope someone in Ilwaco is inspired to start a soup night.  Preferably someone who does not live in a big fancy intimidating house (not that our town has many of those).  Oh, maybe someone on the flatlands so we could walk there!  But it would not be me;  I am not much of one for hosting inside my house as am generally too busy outside (or blogging) to make it tidy enough inside.

As we left for our next of three events, we saw a sign of the season on the OldeBob’s readerboard:

It is crab time.

It is crab time.

Over along the meader line (the variable line that divides the city from the port parking lot), a murder of crows gathered on the rough grass….

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and then took to the trees.

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We drove straight on up to Long Beach to an art show opening…

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where we were pleased to find Kent and Betsy Toepfer, along with Jan Richardson of Windy Meadows Pottery.  The Toepfer garden was one of my favourites on a past Music in the Gardens tour.

Jan, Allan, and the Toepfers

Jan, Allan, and the Toepfers

We had a good visit and discussed, but did not solve, some of the world’s problems.

love Betsy colourful art and Jan's little house

love Betsy’s colourful art and Jan’s little house

love the two little pigs by our friend Jean Nitzel!

love the two little pigs by our friend Jean Nitzel!

Later we learned that our neighbour (four doors down!) Judy had bought one of Jean’s “little birdie” paintings.

Back home again, we checked out how well the cosmos in the boatyard garden had held up to the wind.

Cosmos holding up very well indeed.

Cosmos holding up very well indeed.

I had another hour or so to peck away at my blog entry about Halloween, and then we were off to the 6X6 art auction at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum.

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a full house

a full house

I started the event in more of a hungry than a photographic mood, so neglected to be able to show you the tasty buffet.  Then, with loaded plate, I stood around feeling shy as most of the seats were full.  We finally pulled up an extra chair and joined Kelly of Blue Crab Graphics and local potter Karen Brownlee and her spouse, squeezing five into a table for four (at 6X6).

I attended for the amusing repartee of the auctioneers and to support the museum and also with determination to acquire another piece by Wendy Murry.  It was in the silent rather than the live auction; that could mean I would get it cheaper without the frenzy of bidding.  And yet it is fun to bid with a raised, numbered paddle, and I was sorry to not have the opportunity.

the silent auction, one of four tables

the silent auction, one of four tables

I made a low bid, and soon saw a slightly higher one, then bid again.  Then someone who I knew could far outbid me bid again.  What to do?  I wanted it very badly.  Last year I had gotten this glorious three dimensional piece by Wendy:

Sideshow by the Seashore by Wendy Murry

(that’s Wendy MURRY!)  and three years ago I got this one:

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So before I could be outbid this time I decided to go for the new-this-year ‘buy it now” option.

bought it now

bought it now

Wendy's art, 2013

Wendy’s art, 2013…it is my preccciiioussss!

It is all for a great cause and I have never tired of the pleasure of owning the other two creations by Wendy.   I will economize in some other way.  Now I could relax and enjoy the live auction without having to keep crossing the room to check on my bid.  (For most of my life, I had so little disposable income that it was not until attending this event for the first time in 2010 that I even knew the difference between a live and silent auction!)

the live auction items

the live auction items

Our friend Don Nisbett’s 6×6 piece was the first in the live auction.  Bruce Peterson is the witty auctioneer and a security person protects the valuable art.

don

Crabby Before Wine by Don Nisbett

Cartwheel Kids by Normandie Hand

Cartwheel Kids by Normandie Hand; museum director Betsy Millard at right

Karla from Time Enough Books took bids on the “international phone”.  The presence of the sock monkey will become clear later.  Or maybe not.

Karla on the international phone line

Karla on the international phone line

security

security

Pepper by Renee O Connor

Pepper by Renee O’ Connor

I have bid on and miraculously won two beautiful flower tiles by Renee in previous years; the dog, while attractive, I could resist.

the poppy tile from 2011!

the poppy tile that I won in 2011!

Gray's River Road by Wally Mann

Gray’s River Road by Wally Mann

After all these beautiful small pieces had been auctioned for between $150 and $300 or so dollars each, the annual Sock Monkey picture came up on the screen.

sock monkey on a train

Night Train by Leslie Hall Lipe

All I have been able to figure out over the years is that Karla adores sock monkeys, as does her sister.  Leslie Hall Lipe does a piece of sock monkey art each year.  (This one, with the train, is actually my favourite.)  The bidding war between Karla and her sister immediately became fierce.

Night Train

Night Train

the 2012 monkey

the 2012 monkey

and the 2011 monkey

and the 2011 monkey

Karla fights for the monkey.

Karla fights for the monkey.

another bid

another bid by Karla and her monkey friend

But her sister won as the monkey art went for $750 dollars.

the crowd applauds the winner

the crowd applauds the winner

It’s just another example of the mysterious ways of the town of Ilwaco.

The silent auction continued for another half an hour.  One of my favourite pieces was two ravens by Jean Nitzel (of The Picture Attic shop in Long Beach):

ravens

It was, or they were, won by Kelly of Blue Crab Graphics.  When I saw Kelly bid on Jean’s art, I backed off and focused my attention on winning Kelly’s own piece. ( I will show it in a later post; since I was the one who acquired it, Kelly took her piece home to do a small tweak on the design that had been bothering her!  That’s the kind of connection with the artist that comes with living a few blocks apart.)   What a satisfying feeling of having supported our museum and been part of the Peninsula community all day long.   And I got home in time to finish and upload my Halloween blog post.  Sunday, rain or shine, we really must get back to work!

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Allan got up early today, took the car to Box K auto repair in Seaview, got a ride to Long Beach, watered the planters, checked the parks, and did some weeding at Jo’s garden.  Good news: our car problem is the alternator, and the car should be done by tomorrow evening.

For me, it was an all Ilwaco day.  With my bucket and hand tools, I headed for downtown (four blocks away) and stopped on the way to visit Judy and bestow her belated birthday/get well presents.  A Lobelia tupa, a Heuchera ‘Lime Chiffon’ (I think that was the name), gardener’s hand soap and a small glass fishing float for her creek bed.  Gardeners are so easy to shop for!  We sat on her patio and I was so glad to see her feeling better.  Then: on to downtown.

My plan:  I would be watering four blocks of Ilwaco planters without having the car and trailer to haul water, so my first priority was a quest for water.  I knew I could do the intersection of Lake and First from the faucet near our accountant’s office; she would not mind.

That involved carrying the bucket three times, to six planters a half block and a block away.  I could only carry the five gallon bucket half full, so the planters got less water than usual, a quarter bucket each instead of half a bucket.

At Spruce and First, I was able to get water from Ilwaco Bait and Tackle, after asking.

Ilwaco Bait and Tackle

Ilwaco Bait and Tackle

They asked me who weedeated the grass in front of the planter, and I said no one, apparently.  It is the city’s job, I would think.  It has gotten quite long and has blackberries.  I am not “the city” and we usually do not travel with a weedeater….

This is so typical that I am just used to it!

This is so typical that I am just used to it!  On the main intersection…

After watering eleven planters, I had to go to the local market for a Lifewater and a chocolate bar because I had forgotten my water bottle.  Hydration is essential when working outdoors.

Ilwaco market

Ilwaco market

Hmm, someone told me the local market no longer has a meat department.  I did not notice, but…the sign would suggest otherwise!  (We usually shop at a bigger store in Seaview, a few miles north.)

I am having a hard time making the Ilwaco planters look great this year.  We have had a lot of strong wind, late in the season, and the plants are rather battered.

I have analyzed my sanvitalia crisis and it seems the one that is more trailing is the one that dries out too fast:

wilty guy

wilty guy

They do revive when watered.  The more compact Sanvitalia, which I think is the one called Sunbini, holds up much better and its little yellow flowers are a favourite of mine.

Sunbina, Erysimum 'Bowles Mauve', Calibrachoa (red)

Sunbini, Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’, Calibrachoa (red)

For the intersection of First and Main, first I walked all the way to behind the museum.  That was a two block walk back to the planters.  Too long!  So for the next two, I asked at Col Pacific Motel if I could get water from their hose, and the woman was very nice, called me hon and said of course.

Thanks, Col Pacific!

Thanks, Col Pacific!

The only planter that I found wet was the one by Don’s Portside Café.  I so appreciate them watering the planter by their building and wish all the planters had such attention.  (Luanne at Olde Towne Café waters the one by them but they are closed Sunday and Monday.)

all hail Portside Café for making this planter happy!

all hail Portside Café for making this planter happy!

They would all be this pretty if everyone would pitch in and water.  We can only get to them every three days.

At First and Eagle, I was able to get water by poking a boatyard hose through the chainlink fence and filling the bucket twice.  And then, with the planters done at last, I turned my attention to watering and weeding the boatyard garden.

Last Saturday, before Nora’s funeral, I went to take Saturday market photos and then to Olde Towne for coffee, and watered in advance the four planters on that block, just because I could get water from Luanne that day and I knew it would help them.  As I walked by with the watering can she lent me, two women sitting on the bench by the pharmacy asked if I took care of the boatyard as well.  I said yes, expecting to be told that it was pretty.  Instead, one said “You have a watering emergency!  You had better get down there!  All the plants are drooping!”

I had an hour before our ride to the funeral so hustled down there, only to find the plants that had caused them (and me) such worry were the drooping buds of the poppies, which are always that way.  They droop, then stand up as they bloom!

poppies just do this

poppies just do this

Today, they still looked fine.  Working on the boatyard garden was a peaceful three and a half hours.  Life would be more calm if all our jobs were so close to home.

boatyard garden

boatyard garden

I’m pleased to report that when the California poppies reseeded, they returned in the different colours I had planted, not all reverting to orange.

California poppies

California poppies

probably Rose Chiffon

probably Rose Chiffon

possibly Teqila Sunrise

possibly Teqila Sunrise

pink

pink

California poppiesThe Eryngiums are colouring up:

Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue'

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

middle stretch of garden

middle stretch of garden

boatyardNote how the poppy buds droop!

I do not remember planting these lupines (below).  They look grand but I don’t want too many.

south end of garden

south end of garden

It’s always interesting to see the boats come and go.  Today the Aaallotar was back, an old, well kept and much admired vessel.

boat

We get water for the boatyard garden from faucets along the inside of the boatyard, spraying through the fence.  Near the southernmost faucet, you can see where the boats get hoisted up.

boatyard, south end

boatyard, south end

I’ve written about the boatyard with photos on my other blog.

south end of boatyard

south end of boatyard

With the boatyard weeded and watered, I walked around the curve onto Howerton.

First turning to Howerton

First Avenue turning to Howerton

boat masts and Jessie's Fish Company

boat masts and Jessie’s Fish Company

nautical still life

nautical still life

Jessie's Fish Co is a big employer here.

Jessie’s Fish Co is a big employer here.

Our gardens at the east end of Howerton were planted late last fall and are still looking young.  Jenna, who owns Queen La De Da’s, has been watering, which we so much appreciate.  The soil was damp underneath.

by Queen La De Da's

by Queen La De Da’s

I hope by next year it looks as good as the boatyard.  It is in a challenging location where a strong cross wind blows from the bay.

The next couple of sections are not my problem…yet.  The xeriscape of stones and driftwood next to a hotel for sale is gathering some weeds, and while I am tempted to pull them out, it’s not an area to which we have been assigned and I was working today with just one bucket and did not want an extra trip to a garbage can to get rid of them.

by old Harbor Lights motel

by old Harbor Lights motel

Next up was the section I had been waiting to reach for the last two hungry hours, because to get to it I had to pass OleBob’s Café.

OleBob's

OleBob’s

delicious calamari

delicious calamari

I had big plans to dine there on fish tacos.  I had worried because I had not brought much money and wondered how much their fish tacos would be.  Ah, under $10, said the menu on the door, so I could afford them.  Yes, I would sit at a view table and look at boats and eat.  But when I walked in, the café was dark and had closed at four instead of five thirty.  So instead I had a delicious but very small (and inexpensive) calamari salad from their fish market while sitting on a utility box outside.

I then tackled the weeding and watering at the Time Enough Books garden.

Time Enough Books

Time Enough Books

The bookstore is named for the classic and haunting Twilight Zone episode, Time Enough at Last.  My plan:  I would weed and water this garden, then weed the three small gardens beyond, where Jenna (Queen La De Da) has been doing the watering (out of love for the plants and the port).  Then I would weed and deadhead at the next section by Marie Powell’s art gallery and Pelicano Restaurant.  (Yesterday I had imagined also going to Cheri’s and Mike the mayor’s garden, and this morning I had imagined I would at least get Larry and Robert’s garden weeded as well.)

I got as far as the second small section past the bookstore and began to ponder the temperature of the evening wind and the hunger still lingering because the calamari treat was so small.  Would I make it through the weeding the gallery and restaurant garden, or would I go home, get some food and a warmer shirt and come back out?  I could see the tempting sight of home from where I worked; just past the port parking lot grew the trees of my Bogsy Wood and the back garden.

The phone rang at 5:53 and it was Allan.  He had gone to weed at Jo’s garden, and Jo and Bob had given him a ride home from Long Beach and were now in our garden.  Where was I? he asked.  Just a minute away, I said, or three minutes at most, and, unable to resist gardening guests, I walked right home.  Jo and I wandered the garden admiring plants.  (I found an enormous dwarf fire weed clump right where I had been talking to Ciscoe yesterday….I wonder if he noticed!)

She is one of three clients who last summer told me they want their gardens to look like mine.  “Mine doesn’t look like this yet!” she joked.  (We have redone an area at her garden the size of maybe one eighth of one of my large flower beds.)  I should have reminded her again that her own colourful garden was my inspiration to move from our old shady, subtle garden to our new large sunny lot and start over again.

Did Allan and I go back down to the Port after six-thirty and get back to work?  We had a sandwich and some soup and then no, we did not go back to work.  We have become soft, and working without a car had sapped us both of strength and all we wanted to do was relax.  I didn’t even stay outside or garden at home but came indoors and frittered away some Facebook time.  Tomorrow…another Ilwaco day and we hope to finish the Howerton gardens and do some weeding at Larry and Robert’s and at Ann’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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