Posts Tagged ‘Port of Ilwaco’

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

We were revived by our day off but were not ready to face the rest of the beach approach project. Today would be a day of smaller, easier jobs.

Next to the driveway as we left for work:




Narcissus ‘Chinita’

Port of Ilwaco

An event this Thursday at a port business inspired us to deadhead narcissi all along the Howerton Way gardens.  We won’t be attending but we expect it to draw a crowd.


We want to make sure the gardens look nice for this business that watches out for flower jackers. (A few weeks ago, Allan got asked from the Freedom Market’s upstairs window what he was doing digging up plants in the garden. We appreciate that vigilance.)

We worked our way from east to west.


east end, looking west


The marina is across the east end parking lot.



nautical trash



The scrimmy little horsetails are not my mission today.


CoHo Charters lavascape


deadheads by the old Portside Café (Allan’s photo)


by the Fort George Brewery office


The old Shorebank building (now empty)


kinnikinnick looking really quite nice and making one big buzzing bee happy


Wax myrtle and arbutus that got the full windstorm blast from across the Shorebank parking lot…


Another storm blasted wax myrtle

We will trim up those shrubs before the May 6th Children’s Parade and opening day of Saturday Market.  No time for that today.

Allan went on to deadhead the west end while I weeded between Shorebank and the Port Office, including the little garden on the south side of the port office building.  The tide was low…


looking west


Little brown birds scavenging the muddy rocks

Looking east, with lots of interesting driftwood

In the wheelie bin enclosure, I found a salvage piece which will be great to add to our fence.  Its little doors will provide a peekaboo effect.


This went home with us.

 Interlude at home

As we parked in front of our fence, I thought about how interested I would be to see our garden as a passerby.



I’d be looking over the fence for a better view.


I remembered a few gardens in Seattle into which I used to peer through and over fences.

The cats had something to say about how we should stay home for the rest of the day.





Skooter appears




Calvin, being not especially outdoorsy, doesn’t much care whether we stay home or not.


Calvin woken from his usual daylong nap

The garden looked extra fine and tempting.


tulips and cardoon


Japanese maple (Allan’s photo)


golden bleeding heart


Tulip ‘Green Star’


Ribes speciosum still in full flower


Ribes speciosum and tulips


patio tulips


a lavishly fringed tulip (and Frosty saying, “Do stay!”)



I have pretty good willpower about going to work (necessary for longterm self employment).  Off we went.


Allan photographed this good old dog when we stopped at the bank to put a cheque in.

The Anchorage Cottages


Beth and Mitzu (Allan’s photo)

We expected to just deadhead and weed.  However, Beth needed help with the climbing hydrangea which had fallen over in the recent big windstorm.


They got it pushed back and well tied to the new trellis.

The wind was hard on a lot of the tulips in containers, especially in the office courtyard.  They fared better in the more protected center courtyard.


center courtyard; an array of pots is just to the right


some courtyard containers


purple fringed tulips


pink fringed tulip


window boxes with tiny species flowers


narcissi and unfurling sword fern

Long Beach

Next, we picked up from the city works yard as much Soil Energy Mulch as today’s buckets would carry.


our mulch stash, with plants that were removed from a defunct planter


Our first mission was to mulch the corner bed at Veterans Field.  Some sort of Veterans walk is beginning there later this week so we want it to look fluffy.


Allan’s photos, before….


during; an annoying and constant wind made the day cold.



With that done, I went on a deadheading walkabout of the city planters and street tree gardens, while Allan went to weed and add some mulch in two areas of Fifth Street Park.


He found this big lily bulb…


a bright orange tulip


and some annoyingly persistent horsetail

My photos while walking the planters:


Tulip ‘Flaming Spring Green’



foreground: parrot Tulip ‘Rococo’ in bud


Tulip bakeri  ‘Lilac Wonder’


bench sitter

Reminder to self: Put “dig out planter ivy” on the work board so I will remember it.


horrible variegated ivy.  I blame myself from many years ago.


exciting bud on Asphodeline


orange tulips


and a painted rock placed by California poppies that might be orange later on!


pink fringed tulip, and progress on defunct planter (the lamp post has now been removed)


some big tulips, windblown, chomped by deer, broken, or picked


In the same planter, Tulip bakeri ‘Lilac Wonder’ have been blooming for weeks.

Note to self: plant many more ‘Lilac Wonder’.  They are my favourite species tulip and they do so well here.


Tulip bakeri ‘Lilac Wonder’

I was awfully tired for the last two blocks of deadheading and figured as soon as we got home, I would sit down.

at home

At home, I took four buckets of deadheads out to the compost bins while Allan (almost always a man of boundless evening energy) set to mowing the lawn.

The compost bins inspired some compost turning.  A day of varied jobs is much less exhausting than an all day, same place weeding project.


I had gotten all excited when seeing the bottom of bin B:


It looked like it might be siftable!

It wasn’t.  But soon will be if I keep turning frequently.


bins after today’s turning

I need more green stuff before flipping another layer.

While Allan also mowed the next door lawn for our next door neighbour, I checked the hydrangeas over at the J’s garden for signs of life.  The twigs are green when snapped but still no leaves, not even at the base.


good looking sword ferns at the J’s

Back at home, a stunning narcissus with a deep green center (and tiny spider):


I got a bit of a start when I thought each leaf of my Davidia tree had a snail in it.  No, those are flowers buds


Not like the horrible snails everywhere in my garden due to lack of time to properly police them.


Allan’s photo

Tomorrow, yet another storm is due.  I look forward to reading a book.

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Sunday, 2 April 2017

After breakfast, I looked out the (not entirely clean) kitchen window and thought about how much I appreciate the dogwood buds just outside.  Because I’ve been thinking a lot about the recent deaths of friends, I wondered how many more springs I will have to see this sight.  If I live as long as my mother, 23 more.  My grandma…15 more. Not guaranteed by any means. I gave the buds close attention.


We finally had some warmth and sunshine.


Allan’s photo: The wind gauge is still!


Allan hoped to get home in time to mow the lawn.

Port of Ilwaco

We finished weeding and deadheading along Howerton Avenue at the Port.


Allan’s photo: Powell and Artport Galleries curbside garden


curbside garden by Don Nisbett Gallery

I dead headed many narcissi and pulled a few weeds on the south side of the port office.


Port Office, south side


Armeria (sea thrift)




low tide




north side of port office


lots of tulips in the Time Enough Books boat


Allan’s photo: Time Enough Books garden


species tulips (probably linifolia)


more species tulips


Allan’s photo: tulip buds and muscari


westernmost Howerton Ave gardens



looking east from the west end


muscari and armeria buds (Muscari ‘Ocean Magic’, right)

I had envisioned planting sweet peas at the boatyard next, then realized that I like to use up all the leftover sweet peas there.  Until we had the seeds planted at Klipsan Beach Cottages and the Anchorage and Long Beach and home, I don’t know how many will be left.  (Sort of like not knowing how many years are left.)

Long Beach


a pause to admire tulips at the welcome sign




We went straight to city works and filled up eight buckets with Soil Energy mulch.


the dwindling pile


plus two buckets of grass clipping for my compost bins

At Fifth Street Park, we weeded and mulched and planted sweet peas.  I have had no luck with sweet peas in this park for the last few years.  I blame snails.  Yet I live in hope of having a show like the one from several years ago.

Fifth Street Park (Obelisk Park)

Fifth Street Park, one of the years when the sweet peas were glorious.


dreaming of sweet peas

I said to Allan that next time we work in LB, I want to get more mulch for this park.



no time for delicious crab rolls today


Anchorage Cottages

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our good friend Mitzu

While I planted violas in the window boxes and sweet peas against the chimney on the office courtyard, Allan weeded all round the garden.


Allan’s photo


trillium and astible (Allan’s photo)


the ever annoying glut of scilla (Allan’s photo)


Someone from Oregon had left a painted rock. (Allan’s photo)


Manager Beth had done a wonderful job installing a new trellis for the climbing hydrangea.  (Allan’s photo)


squeezed in three violas to each spring bulb window box



At the very end of weeding, I noticed that a trunk of the ceanothus by the office had died back, as that shrub is wont to do.


Allan cutting the dead trunk off


after, opened up

As we were loading up to depart, I saw two buckets of Soil Energy still in the trailer.  Due to a complete breakdown in communication, they had not got used at Fifth Street Park, so back we went to Long Beach:


Fifth Street Park with two more buckets of mulch


Next time, we will weed this edge of volunteer Bad Aster.

I had big plans as we drove home.  We still had two hours of daylight; Allan could  mow at J’s and Devery’s and I could weed at J’s and Norwood and cross them off the check up list.  And then:


dag nab it

The sun did come out again and Allan got our lawn mowed but by then my energy had disappeared so the two small jobs will have to wait till tomorrow.


work board tonight

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Saturday, 1 April 2017

I had had every intention of going to the Klipsan Beach Cottages garden today.  The cold wet weather changed my mind.

With Skooter having to stay indoors for ten days with his dog-bitten foot, and with the day being poor, I thought I would keep ALL four cats indoors so that he would not feel singled out.


Skooter by the front door.


Frosty by the blocked cat door


Skooter still by the front door

I put down some catnip as a distraction.


Calvin, Frosty, Skooter


That did help.



The distraction did not last long.


I wish I could explain to them why the door has to be blocked.


Calvin and I sat down to read.


Smokey took comfort in a Katnip Kitty Karrot.


Before I finished my book, the weather cleared and we decided to do some work at the port gardens.  Skooter had made the mistake of going into the back bathroom, so we shut him in so the other three cats could go outdoors for a couple of hours.  They lost no time in getting out into their garden.

Port of Ilwaco


Howerton Avenue, east end, looking east


I planted some poppy seeds.


Allan weeded the lava rock xeriscape by CoHo Charters.


by the old Port Bistro, a long-gone great restaurant (Allan’s photo)

I ask Allan to weed the middle of all the river rock beds because it kills my knee to walk on round rocks.


California poppy in the river rockscape by the old Port Bistro.  (Allan’s photo)

We hear that the Port Bistro building is going to be a coffee shop and bakery, although not after several months or even a year of remodeling.


me fuming over finger blight by the Fort George Brewery office

I counted at least 30 stems of stolen narcissi along the half of the port gardens we got done today, and it made me mad.


by the Ilwaco pavilion, looking west


four different muscari (Allan’s photo)


Allan’s photo


the silver santolinas are from cuttings stuck in last year


my favourite garden bed at the port, by Ilwaco Pavilion

My favourite little garden would look better if it had more narcissi…which it WOULD if it were not for the picking.


finger blight! flower jacking!

Someday, perhaps, I will have enough planted to make a good show even with flower jackers hitting the gardens on a regular basis.



The two toned Muscari is probably M. neglectum.


Muscari neglectum (Allan’s photo)


the “drive over garden” (Allan’s photo)

The day before, on a drive by garden assesment, a patch of shotweed had caught my eye and inspired an urgent need to weed.


a big batch of shotweed at the old Shorebank building (Allan’s photos)




just across the Shorebank parking lot (Allan’s photo)


cold wind, fog, and the return of rain (Allan’s photo)

We paused on the way home for Allan to photograph the garden bed at the west end.



We had forgotten to bring our clumps of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’.  After dropping me at home, Allan went back to plant them in an empty spot by the Loading Dock Village building.


filling in with free plants; I’d planted poppy seeds in the middle.

I had been so focused on weeds (and flower jacking) that I had not even noticed that the columnar pear trees are in bloom.  Allan noticed on his sedum planting excursion:




Back at home, with all the cats indoors, we blocked the cat doors again.


not a popular move

Skooter was happy enough for part of the evening…


helping Allan edit blog photos

But when he woke up, Skooter started pouncing on the other cats, leading to lots of yowling and unhappiness and to another session sequestered in the bathroom.  (I realized later that we should have gotten out the feather stick toy to burn off some of his pent up energy.)

Nine more days till he can go out…


helping Allan read

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Friday, 10 March 2017


Skooter thinks the morning light is just too bright.

We had a break from the rain.  The predicted wind did not arrive, making it even better. Work ensued.


at home: Tulip kaufmanniana ‘The First’

While it looks like that tulip is growing in straw, it is actually in the old growth from Geranium ‘Rozanne’.


Allan noticed and photographed the same tulips.

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.


Curbside gardens run from east to west all along Howerton, on the landward side of the buildings.


Howerton and Elizabeth, looking west, before


after, 1.5 hours later


Partway through that first garden bed, three ibuprofen were required.

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.


It was really most sincerely dead.


space for something new


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.







A sweet 7 month old dog had jumped out a truck and came running up to me.  I held on to her till her daddy got her back.  Reminded me of my escape artist black lab, Bertie Woofter.


Oh, how she wanted to keep running.


The deer fern looked especially unsightly



20 minutes later.  I felt so much better at this being done.


Allan’s photo

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.




half an hour later, almost after

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.


Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, about to be divided


and in its new home

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.


before, looking west


an hour and a half later


We saw our former next door neighbour, Killer.  It had been interesting to move in and learn our neighbour was called Killer.  It means “fish killer”.


I divided and put some sedums and some golden oregano into the pot shop’s garden bed.


narcissi (Allan’s photo)


another dog on the run

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.


Ilwaco Community Building and its garden beds


sticking cuttings


view of shade garden from inside the building’s corridor.


crocuses at the library entrance (Allan’s photo)


Galanthus nivalis ‘Flora Pleno’ double snowdrop (Allan’s photo)


narcissi (Allan’s photo)


We ended the day down at the boatyard, which of course we did not get near to done.


The long, narrow garden runs along the fence by 1st Ave South.



boatyard, looking south, before


an hour later


Euphorbia in bloom and a disheartening number of weeds and pleasing number of poppy seedlings


so weedy

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.


boatyard garden, looking south from the gate


and looking north from the gate

The boatyard had a line of boats in every spot along the fence.



Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo


Allan’s photo


The only item of collateral damage today

The cats were happy I came home early.


Skooter and Calvin

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.


workboard tonight, still did not get to erase first clean up


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Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Because I believed the weather forecast (rain and wind) and the wind flag flying over the port office, I decided we had better do a project more sheltered than working at the port gardens.  They and the beach approach garden are the worst jobs in bad weather.

I called Peninsula Landscape Supply and learned they are back to their daily hours instead of limited winter hours.  So off we went to get a load of mulch.


steaming hot soil energy

Note: When the mulch is hot, wait for it to cool before planting new plants in it.


one cubic yard


Elijah Blue fescue at Peninsula Landscape Supply

J’s garden

Our first mulching project used a little over half a yard, at the J’s garden across the street.  There, when previous owner had planted a pretty little garden, she planted many of the shrubs humped up on mounds.  Strange.  Too hard to dig a hole? By now, years later, their roots were exposed.  I have been looking forward to fixing this.


Soil Energy (Allan’s photo)


bucket application






before (hydrangeas in the center, back, are so humped up they are falling sideways)










fluffed up rose beds by back patio

Norwood garden

We had enough mulch left to do the Norwood garden beds, two doors down from us.

Allan’s photos:


The soil in the narrow bed in the back had looked quite poor and grey when we weeded earlier this month.  Now the bed looks rich and happy.







happy Euonymous

Port of Ilwaco

As we had worked on the two mulching projects, I realized the weather forecast had been quite wrong.  We could have pleasantly done the spring clean up all along the port.  With a few hours left in the day, we decided to get as much done there as we could.


Allan clipping sword fern behind (north side) the port office building


before and after


south side port office, before


after some clipping and two buckets of mulch added


I especially love narcissi with strongly reflexed petals.

Just across a little lawn is the marina, and the tide was high.



We decided to get as many of the Howerton Avenue curbside gardens done as possible, concentrating on the most walked-by ones, especially ones with the larger ornamental grasses.


red twig dogwood at the old Shorebank building


Shorebank: crocuses and kinnikinnick


by Ilwaco pavilion, before


and after


“drive over garden” before


and after trimming the santolinas (four different cultivars)


Fort George Brewery (office), before


and after (Allan’s photos)


Art Port Gallery, before




by Art Port Gallery

We surprised ourselves by getting all of the garden beds done except for the west and east ends. While not enough to erase the job from the work board, we should be able to finish it in just a couple more hours.

Home after 5 PM: Skooter was waiting.


Allan’s photo


Skooter and Frosty


Skooter, Frosty…and Calvin!  (Allan’s photo)

Somehow Allan found the energy to nip across the street and mow the J’s little lawn.


before and after

Even though they are invasive, I cannot help loving the yellow ranunculus (lesser celandine) in the lawn.  It’s not the most evil creeping buttercup.  I asked Allan to mow around it.  It will go dormant in the summer.  Sometimes I am just weak about plants.  But it is a cutie.

I’d love another nice day tomorrow so we could finish the port and the boatyard gardens and have the first spring clean up done!


work board tonight

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I wondered if I would regret by now that I did not decorate for Christmas.  No, I am just relieved that I have more reading time instead of a day spent un-decorating.  Putting this card, from 1977, out was my entire extent of decorating this year:


Two pleasant intervals with friends provided some holiday feeling to the season.

I had indeed gotten sick by Tuesday morning with a bad cold, just as Allan was getting over his.  Even though the evening weather had been dry and not windy, we hadn’t had a solstice campfire on Wednesday the 21st as I had hoped.  The knee brace fitter had showed up unannounced at the door with the brace, and I had sent her away politely because I felt so terrible.  (She should have called first.  I just wasn’t up to it by surprise and didn’t want to pass on the illness.  If she’d called, I could have thought ahead and done the fitting out in the garage where the germs were not thick…but I couldn’t think fast enough when put on the spot. Next week, I hope we will connect.)

Thursday, 22 December 2016

While getting the mail on Thursday, Allan had a look at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum Christmas village.

in the museum window

looking in the museum window

frontier Christmas village

frontier Christmas village

the Christmas train goes round and round.

the Christmas train goes round and round.


Skooter helped Allan wrap some presents.

Skooter helped Allan wrap some presents.

Even though I did not think I should take my contagious self to Dave and Melissa’s holiday dinner party, Melissa was strangely insistent that I should attend.  She, Dave, and Todd all expressed conviction that they would not get sick.

Sea Star holiday dinner

at Sea Star

at Sea Star

entry way

entry way

Unlike me, Melissa did not refrain from decorating this year.  (Dave says, “It’s all Melissa.”)

a table top tree with all fruit and veg ornaments

a table top tree with all fruit and veg ornaments


I love the indoor window between dining room and great room.

I love the indoor window between dining room and great room.


the big tree

the big tree

Dave, Melissa, Todd

Dave, Melissa, Todd

As always, a delicious feast by the Sea Star chefs

As always, a delicious feast by the Sea Star chefs





North Beach Garden Gang

North Beach Garden Gang

When gift exchange time came, we learned why Melissa had been so determined for us all to come.  She presented the entire gang with matching garden club hoodies.

How about that?

How about that?



home made cookie assortment including chocolate truffles

home made cookie assortment including chocolate truffles, and Allan brought pumpkin pies.

It was impossible to get a good photo of the ever active Coulee.  Here he is, though, as we were also celebrating his tenth birthday.

Coulee gets a scritching.

Coulee gets a scritching.

And a hug.

And a hug.

When we arrived back home at ten, look who we found in the unfenced part of the front garden:


and a third one behind our neighbour's house

and a third one behind our neighbour’s house

Friday, 23 December 2016

The glass blocks arrived for the upcoming bathroom beautification project.

all the way from Seattle

all the way from Seattle

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

This is all being organized by master builder Bill Clearman.

I kept reading, alternating between Modernity Britain and online discussions of intersectional feminism. By the end of the day, I had finally finished the 758 page tome of Modernity Britain, and I am anxious because I can find nothing online regarding when historian David Kynaston will publish the next volume, Opportunity Britain.  I long for it.

Saturday, 24 December 2016

I spent the afternoon reading more discussions about intersectional feminism and trying to finish a book called Bobos In Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There. I was too distracted to completely finish the rather short book.  My concentration is nil these days.

Allan took a DVD back to the library, a ten block walk.

Allan's photo: library garden

Allan’s photos: library garden

view from library entrance

view from library entrance

A walk back by the marina netted another gift certificate from Salt Pub.

at Salt Hotel

at Salt Hotel

The tide was low.

The tide was low.



from the docks

from the docks

the steamer at OleBob's Café

at OleBob’s Café

a Christmas eve day walk

a Christmas eve day walk

Crabbing season will finally begin at the New Year.

Crabbing season will finally begin at the New Year.

It is hard on the crabbing families when the lucrative season does not begin till after Christmas.

The Depot Dickens Dinner

At 8 PM, we met J9 and Our Kathleen for the traditional Christmas Eve Dickens dinner at the Depot Restaurant.  I felt ever so much better than earlier in the week.

Depot Restaurant entry way

Depot Restaurant entry way

Depot tree with train and culinary ornaments

Depot tree with train and culinary ornaments

on the tree

on the tree

Dickens dinner: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding and brussel sprouts

Dickens dinner: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding and brussel sprouts

Allan had the crab stuffed petrale sole.

Allan had the crab stuffed petrale sole.

eggnog flan

eggnog flan

vanilla bean caramel cheese cake

vanilla bean caramel cheese cake

J9 and Allan tuck in to dessert after we opened our Christmas crackers and donned our crowns.

J9 and Allan tuck in to dessert after we four opened our Christmas crackers and donned our crowns.

in the pass

in the pass

a nice card from the Depot

a nice card from the Depot

Sunday, 25 December 2016

We had a quiet Christmas afternoon, with the opening of presents (not-morning-people don’t open presents in the morning) and the writing of this blog post.

Skooter enjoyed the unwrapping

Skooter enjoyed the unwrapping

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

presents from Our Kathleen, Montana Mary, Klipsan Beach Cottages, and to the right a Slow Drag mug by Don Nisbett (from Allan to me)

presents from Our Kathleen, Montana Mary, Klipsan Beach Cottages, and to the right a Slow Drag mug by Don Nisbett (from Allan to me)

a beautiful sculpture from Jenna

a beautiful sculpture from Jenna, made by Astoria artist Judith Niland

three from the pile of Christmas cards

three from the pile of Christmas cards

Allan found me a darling house.  It lights up and is not just for Christmas.





Here, to you, our Christmas greetings; the photo is from a long ago trip.









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Saturday, 12 November 2016

It has been so difficult since Wednesday to go to work.  I had been counting on the weekend off to read news, news, and more news and planned get back to the last two seasonal projects on Monday and Tuesday.  Yesterday we did not get as far as I thought we would, so today turned out to be a work day—and again a day that started with feeling kicked in the gut and with tears in my eyes over more news of hate crimes.

Our Kathleen, who works in a big office, had this news:  Latina workers at her place of business were the butt of jokes about deportation.  She reported it because her employer has rules in place to prevent this sort of harassment.  It is typical of the emboldened cruel words and actions against minorities that are so much in the news for the last four days.

in the window next door (Allan's photo)

in the window next door (Allan’s photo)

in the garden (Allan's photo)

in the front garden (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

calendula (Allan's photo)

calendula (Allan’s photo)

On the way to pick up some soil energy, we made a stop at NIVA green.  I just wanted to make contact with owner/artist Heather.  While there, I took some photos for NIVA’s Facebook page.  I realized the pages I help with, including Discover Ilwaco, had gone quiet since the election because I am so preoccupied with the news.

at the always fascinating NIVA green

at the always fascinating NIVA green

apropos to the times

apropos to the times

some adorable mice

some adorable mice



After a good talk with Heather, we drove on to Peninsula Landscape Supply for another yard of Soil Energy.

at Peninsula Landscape Supply

at Peninsula Landscape Supply

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

The weeping look of this grass spoke to me.

The weeping look of this grass spoke to me.

We drove back to Ilwaco and applied to mulch to several of the curbside gardens along Howerton Way, completing our mulching of that whole stretch from east to west.  Today: gardens by the Ilwaco Pavilion, Nisbett Gallery, Port Office, Time Enough Books.

my favourite bed by the Ilwaco Pavilion, before

my favourite bed by the Ilwaco Pavilion, before

right before I turned the chopping of the wax myrtle over to Allan

right before I turned the chopping of the wax myrtle over to Allan

and after, with the California wax myrtle cut back hard. It will come back.

and after, with the California wax myrtle cut back hard. It will come back.

The wax myrtle is not a plant I would have planted along this street, because it wants to get taller than me.

Just to the east, these wax myrtles were cut to the ground in spring and have come back vigorously.

Just to the east, these wax myrtles by the trees were cut to the ground in spring and have come back vigorously.

I made another supposedly brief visit to Time Enough Books and ended up talking with Karla for half an hour.  (I deduct all this talks from work time.)

Scout got bored and went into her den.

Scout got bored and went into her den.  I think I did not give her enough pets.

at the counter

at the counter

Meanwhile, Allan had continued mulching.

port office garden

port office garden

Nisbett Gallery garden

Nisbett Gallery garden (Allan’s photo)

buckets poised (Allan's photo)

buckets poised (Allan’s photo)

We almost forgot the drive over garden!

We almost forgot the “drive over” garden!

Rain began just as we got done.

Rain began just as we got done.’

the endless fascination of crab pots:

Port parking lot (Allan's photo)

Port parking lot, pots ready for crabbing season (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

on the way home

on the way home

Home: Skooter likes this spot right inside the front fence.

Home: Skooter likes this spot right inside the front fence.

After work, we took some flowers and food to Our Jenna (Queen La De Da) who just had shoulder surgery.


Allan made an excursion to the far north (Ocean Park) to return some unused paint to Jack’s Country Store.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

The work board has undergone a big change.  No more fall clean up list.  Only the post frost clean up and two projects remain.  (Must replace KBC with Mike’s garden on post frost list!  KBC will probably take care of post frost clean up without our help.)  The “second round of bulb planting” list got accomplished in the easiest way when I made the decision to definitely not plant more bulbs at the A Frame (already planted plenty) and quite possibly no more for Long Beach or me.  (Might change if I see a good end of season deal.)


If the weather allows, we can do the Anchorage Zen Garden project on Monday, and acquire and apply a yard of mulch to various Long Beach spots this week as well.  We will then be on staycation until the very last round of work which won’t happen till either a hard frost or the approach of the Christmas holidays.

I read a lot of news in the evening and made an effort to update Discover Ilwaco with a post or two about local happenings.

My whole lovely pile of books from the library is sitting unread.  I think the ones about life in World War II England would be appropriate reading for now.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Nothing but rain, reading news, writing these last four blog entries, and an in-person visit, tea, and good deep talk with MaryBeth.


1995 (age 71):

Nov 13:  1:00-5:15  Finally started planting bulbs.  I filled all the remaining terracotta pots with various bulbs in layers with pansies on top.  Received Van Dyck order. [This was a bulb company that may no longer be around.]  Spent several hours checking order in.

1997 (age 73):

Nov 12:  12:30-4:00  It seemed like 8 hours.  I spent all that time in the Tam area weeding, pruning, and digging up all the rocks Skyler made a path with.  I also found several more dahlia bulbs.  Some of the mums and asters are still blooming so I let them alone.  Tomorrow I want to rake up the leaves in front of Wilson’s while they are still dry.  The pile to be shredded is huge.

Nov 13:  12:00-3:00  Today I used the thing I bought some time ago that allows me to rake leaves directly into a bag.  It worked good.  I filled 10 bags full of leaves from in front of Wilsons.  It seemed like 6 or 8 hours.  I quit when I was too tired to finish.  However there will be more leaves to fall so I can finish another day.  I even wore a blister on my hand!

1998 (age 74):

Nov 12:  3 pails of apples today.  Two more trays of slices.  Then I put 7 quart jars in kettle to sterilize them.  I thought I had peeled enough by 6:00 but only filled 5 jars, wasting 2 lids.  A storm is brewing so I hope the rest of the apples fall tonight.  Tomorrow I hope to start washing the dozens of baskets and containers in the shop.

Nov 13:  Noon-6:30  All that time spent peeling enough apples to fill 6 trays and an apple crisp.  It was raining most of the day so I didn’t pick up the apples under the tree.  Overnight the wind must have caused scads of apples to fall because the ground is covered.  I think most of the good apples have fallen.

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