My apologies in advance to friends who are going through chemo, who are lonely, who are suffering in other ways. My hell is nothing like your hell.
That said….for the last two days Annuals Planting Time did get rather hellish.
Sunday, 11 May 2014, Annuals Day Three
Did not want to leave my garden…I so want to weed the east bed…
and the west bed, and I want to make that red box level! and maybe plant something in it!
So many plants are flowering…Persicaria bistorta suberba…
I don’t remember planting this!
Siberian iris reminds me why I put up with its floppy ways.
This will be the last year I miss May in my own garden. Or do I say that every year?? Off to work….
To work: we planted cosmos, painted sage and a lavender in the Port Office garden.
Some time on Saturday, someone stole an Allium! Of course I notice! And mutter.
I plant many to try to counteract the finger blight, but never enough.
The view soothes my nerves.
The day starts to go pear shaped when we run an errand and had a brief but stressful encounter with someone who has a chip on her shoulder about this and that. I feel a little head explosion because I do not have time for all this….It is ANNUALS time, not time to sort out the problems of someone who is not a friend.
Next, the Planter Box, where I buy out all the painted sage that they grew for me, and more tall cosmos for Andersen’s RV Park.
I make sure to get some Sweet 100 tomatoes; last year, I waited till after annuals hell and there were no more to be had.
At the desk, a California poppy that I do not have. Was it called ‘Bubbles’?? (next day: it’s Candy Kiss’)
Next, The Basket Case Greenhouse for still more annuals.
I made sure to get a photo of Biggun, who was visiting (with the kids) for mother’s day.
Godetia for Andersen’s. It is a pleasure to have a big vehicle this year.
The day goes further pear shaped when we are planting, and planting, and planting at Andersen’s, and I go for the flat of pretty big blue Bacopa and…it is still back at the Basket Case, left by me in one of the greenhouses. I think hard but can blame no one but me. We go back at four to get it (fortunately a short drive) and don’t realize till the next day how nice Fred was to put up with us…because we had forgotten they close at three on Sundays!!
the blue bacopa retrieved
plants lined up on the Andersen’s lawn
The day degenerated further when I realized there was no way in the world we are going to get The Anchorage planted, too. That had been my great big ridiculous unlikely dream. It took way longer at Andersen’s because of the way that the white phlox has gone berserk in the picket fence garden. Allan masterfully dug a whole bunch out (and if we were not so swamped, someone could have had the starts) to make room for cosmos.
phlox gone, cosmos in, thanks Allan
I even found some sweet pea babies still alive that had been swamped by the rampant phlox. And put in more seeds; we shall see how that goes.
Andersen’s west side
More plants were added to fill out the Payson Hall planters.
Payson Hall alliums (schubertii and albopilosum)
Maybe too many volunteer California poppies at Payson Hall. (The red is ranunculus.)
pink armeria (sea thrift)
We had to run an errand to Seaview, to deliver some Sluggo (iron phosphate slug bait) to The Depot Restaurant for owner Nancy Gorshe to apply to her mom Marilyn’s garden. I waited, sitting by the door like someone whose date had not showed up, because it was mother’s day and people kept coming in to be seated.
My view while waiting; all mothers got a red rose.
I got a little verklempt about the mother thing, and Allan (I found out later) fell asleep in the van while sitting in the driver’s seat waiting. I enjoyed watching Nancy at work graciously seating party after party and after awhile was able to give her a quick lesson in how to apply Sluggo. (I kept the jug of it under my seat till then as it is not a very appetizing thought, slugs.) When I told her that I felt guilty we had not been up to Marilyn’s for a month or more, she said she would rather do some tasks (deadhead narcissi and apply sluggo, her two recent garden lessons) than have us quit. She said if she had not been so busy, she would have posted on FB a happy mother’s day as I have been mother to the Marilyn garden since we created it seven years ago. That reminded me that Basket Case Nancy had wished me Happy Mother’s Day for my cats, and Planter Box Barbara had wished me a Happy Mother’s Day for my plant babies. I became less verklempt.
The Depot garden
Finally we got back, as planned, to Garden Tour Nancy’s in Long Beach, where I helped her place the plants she had acquired at the Basket Case the day we were pre-touring gardens and her car broke down. Seemed like forever ago, before annuals planting kicked in full force. We spent a little time in the house then, having the most delicious curry caper dip with chips and crackers. I was greedy because the food at the Depot Restaurant, being carried past me to the tables, had looked and smelled so good.
Nancy’s windowsill, from my chair while eating snacks.
Home at dusk, exhausted.
Monday, 12 May 2014, Annuals Day Four
A couple of things weighing on my mind, not the least the unpleasant encounter at the hardware store the day before, woke me with a start at 7:30 AM and that was that. I read emails and looked at Facebook till Allan awoke as there would be no more sleep. So, with just about five hours of sleep to fuel my day, we were off again for day four of Annuals. Starting to seem like planting hell instead of planting time.
My goal was to do several smaller jobs and be able to check more than just one off the list.
It was pleasant to plant cosmos and painted sage at Larry and Robert’s, just half a block away.
a garden corner there; the soil was still moist and easy to plant in.
To make life just that little bit difficult, I had somehow a few days earlier got a thorn in the back of my hand, and today it was too sore to wear a glove or even a bandaid, and yet I could not get soil in the wound because hypochondriac me was sure that would mean infection and death. This led to much whining. (Poor Allan.) He said it was in a very sensitive spot, the same spot you test infant formula to see if it is the right temperature as there are lots of nerves there. I felt like less of a whiner then.
Next, we went to The Anchorage Cottages, a day later than I had hoped.
added trailing lobelia, Cosmos ‘Sonata’ and lotus vine to the windowboxes; the violas still look too good to replace.
south courtyard needs weeding but no time
got the pots all planted up in center courtyard (shown here) and in office courtyard
On the way out, I saw dead stems on a Viburnum right by one of the cottage doors…NO time to prune, which is maddening. (Look next to the number 7…dead twigs!!!)
On the way to the next job, we realized why we were increasingly uncomfortable.
81 degrees????!!!!!!
We had a few plants with us for the Red Barn and Diane’s garden so we got the Red Barn ones planted (all eight of them).
part of our scenic view there
horse getting groomed
We just placed Diane’s plants in her containers (next door to the barn) and I made a list, and then we were off up Sandridge Road to the Basket Case for more annuals.
At Basket Case…they have an astilbe I want but danged if i can find the time to buy it..too focused on annuals time.
We were rushing to get back to Diane’s to plant before dinnertime, which always seems like the wrong time to be working at a private home, when a friend driving in the other direction waved us down. Allan pulled over, while I pleaded “Drive, DRIVE! JUST DRIVE!” I am sure when our friend approached I looked wild eyed in the passenger seat as I said I did not have time to talk because we were trying to get work done before dark and we were already running late. If I believed in astrology, I would think the moon was in SOMETHING as the encounter had to do with an apology for something, the second difficult encounter in two days. Mercury in retrograde? Why, why, why, during planting hell (which WAS ticking along as the new and improved Annuals Planting TIME till days three and four turned hellish). (Ok, the apology was for saying my planters don’t look as good as the ones in Victoria. Or that they do not matter because Ilwaco does not look as good as Victoria. Or something like that. I don’t even know and I don’t have time to deal with it right now.) (Let me assure you this has nothing at all to do with anyone who regularly appears in this blog!!)
Back to Diane’s, planted up all her pots.
I was so tired that I said i could not face planting the cosmos I’d brought for the roadside bed. Then I thought how miserable it would be to not plant them and not get to cross the job off the list. So I dug deep, deep, deep, and did it, with Allan’s help. (He did the toughest part, planting in an area that needed some weeding first.)
just finishing the planting of the roadside bed
I must remember to buy something tall for this corner. Did not have enough cosmos. Am STILL gonna cross the job off the list!!! (And i did swear off multiple exclamation points awhile back, didn’t I?)
no time to finish weeding the corner of this bed…MADDENING.
back where we park outside Diane’s lot; I was so seized up I could NOT walk over the The Red Barn. Needed a ride.
We had two new little barrels to plant up by the new entry fence. I had picked fairly drought tolerant plants…thyme, catmint, gazania, sedum, Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ because someone will have to haul water to these:
one of them, just planted, using Ann Lovejoy’s principle of stuffage for instant effect and so the plants can prop each other up in this windy site.
Allan had to heave the heavy bags of soil to fill these, and while I planted he dug congested narcissi out of another barrel, not an easy task at 7 PM after a hard day.
the cleaned up barrel, planted with red, yellow, and blue annuals
Blue bacopa, Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’, Diascia ‘Deep Red’, Cosmos ‘Sonata’, white alyssum, Calibachroa ‘Lemon Slice’ and ‘Vampire’.
While Allan planted, I sorted and burbled (soaked in a bucket) plants for the next three whiskey barrels. (Those would get the same as above, but without the red diacia; earlier in the day, they had each gotten two Diascia ‘Denim Blue’. WHY did they not get red diascia? Well, I could have SWORN I had bought four of them at Basket Case but I had miscounted somehow…HOW???? and I only had ONE!! ONE, why?????)
Allan planting the other three barrels in the dusk.
NOOOOOO! these blue lobelia were supposed to go in the Diane planters!!!!!!
Blast. I have a bit of a second wind so am able to walk over to Diane’s and quietly pop the lobelia into her back porch pots. I hope they get watered soon because I did not want to turn on the hose and make a ruction.
We head for home at last after moonrise, 8:10 PM
the two new barrels, looking rather tiny after all that work
At home, I am able to have the pleasure of making a dent in the work list.
checking jobs off the list
even better when I erase them from the whiteboard
Tomorrow, we will start on the Long Beach parks and planters. That could take two days, and that is if all goes well.
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