Friday, 10 March 2017
We had a break from the rain. The predicted wind did not arrive, making it even better. Work ensued.
While it looks like that tulip is growing in straw, it is actually in the old growth from Geranium ‘Rozanne’.
We went down to the port, just a block south, to finish the garden beds along Howerton Avenue. Of course, I had high hopes, thinking we could finish there, AND the boatyard, and maybe even prune roses in Long Beach. Not bloody likely, as it turned out; my ambitions are usually greater than reality.
I’m kind of old and my arthritic legs ache like fury sometime when I am working.
Allan’s photos of the east end bed, before and after:
He also yanked a dead lavender out of the CoHo Charters garden bed because I felt it was bringing down the tone.
Next, I made an executive decision that we simply had to get the sword and deer ferns cut back in a pocket garden in front of the former Shorebank building. Otherwise, they will bother me all summer long…and they do show very much from the sidewalk.
We had done all the gardens in between the east and west end last week, so we skipped right ahead to the garden by Salt Hotel. Allan did most of the clipping of santolinas in the river rock bed; I find that difficult to walk on nowadays.
Allan had dug out one tatty old blue fescue and, to fill the hole it left, he got a piece of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ from the garden to the west. Someone called out from the upstairs window of the adjacent building, which now houses the marijuana store, “Why are you taking plants?” We were thrilled that the folks there are watching out for the garden. Allan thanked them for their vigilance.
I had clipped all the sword ferns in the Salt’s containers along the sidewalk…because I could not stand not to do so. The pub readerboard said “beef on weck”; I had to google it and found it was a roast beef dip sandwich. Good thing I did not google it till I got home or I might have found a lunch break irresistible, and we still had much to do.
Next came the two beds at the west end. These took much longer than I had expected.
In the parking lot across the street, forklifts buzzed around loading crab pots onto trucks.
Last night, when I looked out my south window, I could see the lights from the Ilwaco Pavilion building (a view that disappears when leaves come on the salmonberries and willows at the south end of our property). This morning, the view had changed to stacks of crab pots.
We drove to the Ilwaco Community Building just to stick some starts of santolina in a sunny bed. It is an easy plant to start right in the ground just by poking in a short hardwood cutting.
We ended the day down at the boatyard, which of course we did not get near to done.
We ran into one big problem: We had created so much debris that we had to break in order to dump. I went home at that point because it was but an hour till dark. If I had realized that Allan had the energy to go till dark, I could have stayed at the boatyard and done more clipping while he disposed of the first load of debris. My brain is not fully work functional yet and I did not even think of that solution, one we have used many times in the past.
I long for a good weather full work day at the boatyard. The weeds came out like butter (smooth and easy) and it would be a pleasure to spend a day perfecting this long narrow garden. There is still so much to do here.
The boatyard had a line of boats in every spot along the fence.
The cats were happy I came home early.
Allan returned to the boatyard and worked till dark.
Rain and wind are again predicted for the weekend, which is just as well because we have political meetings during both days. At this point, I am feeling behind on work and it would be frustrating to miss a good weather day with indoor events.