Wednesday, 17 July 2018
I call the day we go to Klipsan Beach Cottages our “north end” day out of habit, because it used to include Marilyn’s garden up in Surfside. KBC is north, but the peninsula goes on considerably further north.
You can see above Grayland, on the other side of the mouth of Willapa Bay, where we had such lovely garden touring on the weekend.
We started at
The Depot Restaurant
with the usual weeding and no watering. Although the sprinkler system does not hit the whole garden, last night’s rain had it wet enough.
Direama (Angel’s Fishing Rod)
I deadheaded and checked on the watering of the plantings on the north side; the window boxes and barrels were planted up by Roxanne of the Basket Case Greenhouse.
Just west across the street is the Sou’wester Lodge and RV park, where cabins and vintage trailers are for rent. All sorts of interesting artistic and musical events happen there. For the last almost two years, I have been too tired to go to them; it’s not that I have lost interest. The energy to get out and about in the evening is not there, especially if it involves socializing with new people. I get too tired to make words (although Allan might disagree about how many words I make).
I advise you to check The Sou’wester out, maybe stay there when you visit our area.
At the Depot, I keep picking away at the escallonia that wants to block the sign. Yes, if it were mine, I would cut it all the way down. But I can’t here, so I keep thinning it to try to get new growth all the way through, and then I can cut it way back. It was not such a problem before that sign about the Clamshell Railway went in.
We stopped at Sid’s Market, across the street from the Shelburne, for some milk for a friend. With no cars parked in front, I had a great view of the Shelburne Hotel.
The Red Barn
We did our usual weeding, watering and deadheading. The deadheading of shasta daisies has begun.
our good friend Rosie and the garden
by the main barn door
It’s a small garden.
I like seeing the horses.
by the side barn door
Tigridia
Diane’s garden
When we arrived at Diane’s garden, I saw a big hanging basket with a card sitting on the back steps and immediately knew that Larry, who had been very ill, had passed away. The garden today was cared for with sadness. Every galvanized container, large and small, in my garden is from Larry, who used to collect them for us. He had a saw sharpening business in the past and made a special little rig (my word) to sharpen the blades of Allan’s little rechargeable chain saw.
I had decided to plant one of my three Teucrium ‘Purple Tails’ from Markham Farm along the roadside garden, because it is a tough plant. A bee discovered it while it was waiting in the parking area.
Allan’s photo
Allan’s photo
in its new home (Allan’s photo)
roadside garden
the raised box garden
Cosmos ‘Pop Socks’
Nasturtium ‘Caribbean Cocktail’
The Basket Case Greenhouse
Roxanne had grown me some Eryngium giganteum from a seed packet I bought. I am terrible at growing from seed. They look good.
I bought them all. She also gave me some agastaches and other plants that she grew from seed as a gift to comfort me for the earlier Agastache Catastrophe of 2018. Please note that her nursery had nothing to do with said catastrophe; she was just sympathetic because I kvetched a lot to her about it.
Roxanne and a bouquet
Fortunately, Allan realized before we drove off that I had put the flat of eryngiums on the trailer hitch and forgotten to load them into the van. Otherwise we would perhaps have had an eryngium catastrophe today.
Joe’s Place
We had two things to deliver to our friend Joe, whose truck was broken down: a maritime history magazine from the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum and a half gallon of milk. I have written about Joe’s place before, here.
Joe, a veteran, is flying his flag as a distress signal because of his concern over the Trump-Putin connection.
Joe creates and sells “Dangerous Toys”.
driveway partly made of crushed china
fence; I share Joe’s liking for old Spartan trailers.
Klipsan Beach Cottages
Just our usual summertime hour of tidying the fenced garden and surrounding areas.
outside the fenced garden
elephant garlic with little paper hat on
dierama
lily
and lily
and lily
and lily
rose
rose
And what do I see in the photo above but a bunch of bindweed that I missed while I was there.
agapanthus, much deeper blue than the bright sunlight shows
Allan’s photo
our good friend Bella (Allan’s photo)
Shelburne Hotel
We would be watering and tidying tomorrow. Today, we just had a little project, putting a canna in the bog garden that Allan cleared of blackberries last time. Even though it won’t get enough sun, I hope it will look ok for the rest of the summer. My plan is to put some darmera peltata starts in there in the fall.
Last time:
This odd little nook had the native blackberry in it.
Today:
Allan’s photo
A big plastic tub is in the basis for this; maybe it was once supposed to be a pool. It is by the ramp where one enters the north side of the restaurant dining room:
Or one can walk this way to the front door.
In the back yard, I found that the Sunset runner beans (grown from seed by Roxanne) have beans now.
front garden: sorry to see the goatsbeard flowers fading to brown
Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’
Port of Ilwaco
We did the watering of the curbside gardens.
telephoto at midway
Allan had bought a new hose (because of the one that got its end driven on yesterday). I am pleased that it is long enough to reach the drive-over garden…if I shoot the water at it from five feet away.
Allan dragged the heavy hose for me past the garden he was watering to the next one.
by ArtPort Gallery
I delegate most of the weeding of that one to Allan because I find it painful to walk on river rock.
my view while dumping some garbage in a port wheelie bin
A bit of our old garden is trying to survive the construction (new wall and windows) at the port office.
Hang in there, garden will be back soon.
pots at OleBob’s Café and fish market
Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’
Eryngium (Allan’s photo)
Allan’s photo
I think that when Sapphire Blue reseeds itself, it turns itself into this basic, beautiful, smaller flowered eryngium. Is that possible?
If we can polish off the rest of the week’s tasks tomorrow, we will have Friday off. I want to enjoy my own garden in the peak of my lily season.
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