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Monday, 11 March 2019

At last, after being on the waiting list since November, we were able to get part one of our two part Shingrix vaccinations. We had intended to languish about at home after the anti-shingles jabs, until the pharmacist said that we would have less pain if we kept our arms moving. So we went to work trimming santolinas at the port. Using The Toy made the job so fast that we got from the east end to Time Enough Books in just two hours. Amazing. Rain and wind arrived on schedule and drove us home with the west port gardens and the boatyard garden still to do.

Allan’s photos:

Some of the santolinas in this end have gotten too woody to cut back hard.

We transplanted some uppy red grasses to the fire station garden.

At home, I added santolina clippings to the compost and potted some chives for my plant sale. Allan shredded some of the debris from yesterday in The Pencil Sharpener.

The pampas grass did not shred well and will get hand chopped later.

Earlier today, before the jabs, I had taken some photos of our floriferous garden. I managed to accidentally get this post in reverse chronological order, too hard to fix on my iPad, so here are the morning photos. I really must stop blogging from my lazy chair and must start using my new camera instead of my phone. Soon, as I keep promising.

The front garden:

Poor Melianthus major got cold.

Iris unguicularis aka stylosa.

Ribes speciosum about to flower. It is summer deciduous so looks at its best now.

East side garden:

I keep forgetting to trim this epimedium so that the flowers will show.

Back garden:

The rain gauge had ice on it the first time I went outdoors today.

Sweet pea did not make it through this last set of freezing nights.

Corylopsis pauciflora

I must come up with a feature for the very back corner of the Bogsy Wood. I have some ideas.

Tomorrow should be a good day to languish because of wind and rain.

I am almost sorry to say that I found a source for Monty and Sarah Don’s old gardening show, Fork to Fork, AND a new to me show called The A to Z of TV Gardening…pronounced Zed, because it is British tv with excerpts from all sorts of shows featuring many of my favourites British telly gardeners.

My stack of books to read is dwindling terribly slowly, although I just finished a great one that I must recommend.

Her thoughts about medical testing were of great interest to me. I share her feelings about going to the doctor…even though I know of people who have been saved by medical tests.

I could personally relate to the problems of reduced attention span brought on by social media.

……and so on.

My favourite chapter was about the pressure to exercise and diet in order to grow very old (even though many successful exercisers have died far too young).

I was especially amused when I later read a yoga instructor’s self-described “rant” on social media about how his clients must find “satisfaction in the sacrifice” even though it’s “no fun”. I thought yoga was supposed to be soothing and perhaps prevent the urge to rant?

I appreciate that, as always, this author of Nickel and Dimed addresses the classism of health advice.

Finally, the author ponders death itself and shared a poem that speaks exactly to some thoughts I have been having about appreciating that life will eventually go on without me, with frogs in the pond and flowers blooming just as pleasantly without me around to enjoy them. Here it is:

 When in my white room at the Charité

I woke towards morning

And heard the blackbird, I understood

Better. Already for some time

I had lost all fear of death. For nothing

Can be wrong with me if I myself

Am nothing. Now

I managed to enjoy

The song of every blackbird after me too.

**Bertolt Brecht

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Sunday, 28 February 2016

After a long and delicious sleep during a blustery windstorm, we realized during brunch that the sun had come out and that it might be a good day to put in an afternoon of work.  While Allan hooked up the trailer, I took a turn around the front garden.

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Ribes speciosum

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Ribes speciosum, closer.  It has mean barberry-like thorns.

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lily foliage emerging along with weeds that I don’t have time to pull.

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Melianthus major and Anthriscus sylvestris ‘Ravenswing’

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Melianthus major is budding, overhead…

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and at eye level

A strong gusty wind blew up again just as I got in the van.  I was ready to abort the beach approach mission and gardening in general.  Allan said he would do the community building garden, so I agreed to help because it’s easy to bail out of a place so close to home.

Just as we parked and started to unload our tools, a passerby arrived (not someone we know) who wanted to chat and ask questions and chat some more, very close within my personal space (like looking over my shoulder while I was getting my gear out of the van).  I’m kind of Aspergian about that.  Thinking of my own comfort rather than contributing to the other person’s enjoyment, it seemed like a time to tactfully and pleasantly depart to go plant some lilies up at Golden Sands.

As we drove north, we had barely left Ilwaco when an earnest rain began.  Now it seemed like a good time to get a little grocery shopping done.

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parked by Sid’s Market

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Weather being decidedly miserable

Allan returned to the vehicle with a grocery bag, saying that he was committed to returning home, having bought ice cream to go with some pie.  I thought contentedly of my comfy chair and the several library books awaiting me on the living room table.

When we got into our driveway, the sun came out, and it seemed like a good time to go back to the community building, so we did.

Finally getting down to work, we accomplished a great deal in just three and a half hours.  I especially wanted to get rid of a lot of the kinnikinnick, as it looks battered and dead after winter, and it is so hard to weed amongst its stems.  The soil in all these beds is infested with quack grass and sorrel and, in some of the beds, bindweed and horsetail.

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before

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after some VERY hard work, with some Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ added.

The Sedum should be excellent here, drought tolerant, with interesting flowers, and every now and then it will be easy to remove and clean up, in order to get more of the accursed long white grass roots out of this area.  Added some coppery coloured California poppy seeds, too.

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before: an area heavy with kinnikinnick, with salal planted below at sidewalk level

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another view of the same area….AND I got some of the salal out below!

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North of the wheelchair ramp to the parking lot: I have a Fuchsia magellanica start at home that can fill in there where a big tatty clump of salal came OUT.  And a lovely ornamental grass, low and goldy-red, that go into the bed above.

The garden beds have so much heather.  Indeed, heather dominates every bed but the tiered bed in the lower parking lot and the shade bed by the front door.

As I weeded, something began to bother me along the sidewalk garden.

From the ramp south to the bus stop:

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salal salal salal rhododendrons heathers mugo pines….

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past the salal: rhodos heather mugo pines

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other side of sign…mugo pines, heather rhodos and…what the heck is that huge salal doing in there?? and then heather and rhodos.

“Allan!!!!!” I called, “I have a big idea!!!”

While sitting on the wall, weeding, I had seen a rhododendron languishing hidden in the pines.

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in the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines, a little lost rhodie.

A half an hour later, Allan had that huge clump of salal OUT, and I had dug up the little lost rhodie.  (I think what happened is back when the garden was planted, a volunteer did not know how big the pines would get compared to that little rhododendron.  As for the oddly places salal, who knows.)

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Allan’s photo, before…

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Goodbye, huge clump of salal!

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Allan’s photo, after, with the rhodie relocated

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A little lost heather had been consumed by the salal.

Allan said the salal runners had gone all the way to the bus stop under the  heather and rhododendrons planted next to it.  He teased the runners back out; they were several feet long.

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What an improvement!

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rhodo where the salal was

We will not let that salal come back, even though it will want to.  (Allan mentioned that the area also has bindweed which was so hard to pull out of that big salal patch.)  The humans will win.  That’s something our Melissa says after a great battle with weeds or invasives:  “Humans win!”  I like to see nature win sometimes, but not when it comes to bindweed or salal or sorrel in a garden bed.

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No more little lost rhododendron.

Meanwhile, I had removed two medium clumps of salal, below, that were all up in a rhodo’s business.

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The rhodo was free, with good breathing room, when I was finished.

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Hamamelis, planted by locals Ann and Butch Saari, matching the library door and arch

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The last 20 minutes of the job took place in a strong cold wind and heavy rain.

I had coppiced some of the red twig dogwood and it seemed that a good home for the long and decorative red stems would be with Laila at Salt Hotel; she excels at incorporating branches and stems into floral displays.  On the way there, a rainbow displayed itself over the port.

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Rainbow over Jessie’s

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fading rainbow over Salt

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo, south side of Salt with pub on second floor

Of course, after delivering the dogwood stems, we could not resist warming up our cold selves in the Salt Pub.

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hot toddy with a fresh ginger infusion made at the pub

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the view

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Desire

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a new larger format menu, and at the next table, our friend Heather Ramsay, artist and owner of the NIVA green shop

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the ever changing clouds

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Heather and me

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Allan and I split the burger, which was exceptional.

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I think Allan’s photo is the most exceptional.

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clouds going pink, 5:50 PM

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6 PM

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A Pink Poppy Bakery cupcake

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delectable

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6:25 PM

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I love that there are books to borrow in a corner of the pub (from owner Julez’ mother’s collection). And that the telly is not turned on all the time.  I much prefer a restaurant to not have a television on.

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at the hotel desk

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6:30 PM, on the way home for an evening of blogging and movie

Tonight, Interstellar or Jurassic World, DVDs borrowed from Ilwaco Timberland Library.

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later, during Jurassic World (loved it!): Smokey displays how well healed his paw is.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries

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from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1995 (age 70):

Feb 28:  “Store” day.  Watered houseplants.  I planted a lot of the tiny trailing begonias that I started from seed into one of the terracotta planters and set it above the Floralight [indoor 3 tiered lighted plant tray].  I’m curious if they will grow and trail.

Our next blog post will be the expanded and illustrated version of Ginger’s Garden Diaries for February 1995, 97, and 98.

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Saturday, 13 February, 2016

A rainy and windy day let me type for eleven hours straight and finish transcribing my mother’s garden diaries and set them up to publish at the end of each month through December 2016.  I’ll also be sharing garden-related passages daily (when they correspond to the current date).  The end of month posts will be expanded and illustrated.  I am so happy to have this done; finished at 10:30 PM. 

mom in her Long Beach garden about 2005

 Some thoughts:  My mom’s gardening schedule was similar to mine, as she often did not get out the door till 1 PM.  She inspires me to want a better kitchen garden; perhaps I’ll follow through on that if I can this year. Or next. It would involve some fencing and time.  I note that my mom had no social life other than neighbors dropping in occasionally. I know she missed going to “Hutnik’s”, the local burger place, with my dad.   And….I wish I had tried harder for us to be closer.  I tried, and tried, but not hard enough.  At least here, I can contribute to her not being one of the billions of us who disappear into death without leaving a trace. 

Smokey and Mary kept me company.

Smokey and Mary kept me company.

I’m hoping his paw will be healed enough by Monday for him to have freedom to go outside again.  I feel that he is depressed and bored.

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later

north view

north view

east view

east view

A flash of an idea:  The east window is impossible to clean, being slid “open” all the time due to the cat door insert, allowing spider webs to build up between the panes.  What if we could find an old window that would fit in the space and match the look of our neighbours’ porch window?

I can dream. Note that the Ribes speciosum has small red flowers!

I can dream. Note that the Ribes speciosum has small red flowers!

Ribes speciosum (Allan's photo)

Ribes speciosum (Allan’s photo)

Allan went out on errands.

Allan's photo: Down the street, Chris (creator of great Halloween displays) and friends were planting a tree in the rain.

Allan’s photo: Down the street, Chris (creator of great Halloween displays) and friends were planting a tree in the rain.

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Allan found out why the trailer lights were not working and fixed it.

Allan found out why the trailer lights were not working and fixed it.

He brought from the post office a book which I got for free as the publisher had purchased a photo of mine (of Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’) which the author had found on this blog. I look forward to reading the book. 

    

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later

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later: Smokey, Mary, Calvin

later: Smokey, Mary, Calvin

later: Smokey helps me

later: Smokey helps me as I kept typing even though I had gotten punchy.

Finally after 10:30 we had dinner and watched a film.  I cannot recommend it highly enough; don’t be fooled by the first ten minutes seeming too slow:

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Horrible news from Facebook in the hour before bedtime:

From Sondra at the Cove about our good friend Parking Lot Cat....I hope he returns.

From Sondra at the Cove Restaurant about our good friend Parking Lot Cat….I hope he returns.

Sunday, 14 February 2016

Two blog posts written.  Wordpress suddenly opened in the old editor, making my day much happier.

The old one looks like this and I love it.

The old one looks like this and I love the boxed in feeling.

The new one looks like this (zoomed out for better view) and I hate all the blank space.

The new one looks like this (zoomed out for better view) and I hate all the blank space.  I wish I could get the old editor to open every time.

What I really wanted to do was read all day…that Dan Pearson book from the library.  It is only 4 PM: I still have six hours of reading time before dinner.  Tomorrow, we may work with Sea Star rain or shine.Finally at last:  

There are no posts from mom’s garden diaries that correspond with these dates.

 

 

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Sunday, 8 March 2015

If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, I will have returned from a five night trip to the Sylvia Beach Hotel.  The blog has fallen well behind, thus there will be two posts for today.  Tomorrow I will try to have a post for the whole work week in one and perhaps there is some hope I can return the blog to only being five days behind.

Skyler’s day off: At home

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After a late start due to the welcome switch to daylight saving time (which I LOVE), I started out with some small gardening projects.

First, I want to show you the cute little paper “house” that came as the free gift with my bulb order from Colorblends last fall.

with Tulip sylvestris

with Tulip sylvestris

The Colorblends catalog is where I originally discovered the glorious Tulip sylvestris; now Van Engelen also carries it.

Gracie, a good friend of mine, was across the street.  I visited briefly to give her some pets.  She has gone blind and can no longer come visit me.

Gracie today, on her own lawn.

Gracie today, on her own lawn.

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Gracie visiting me in my back garden last year.

My plan was to spend the day pulling wild impatiens (Impatiens glandulifera, touch me not, jewelweed) seedlings out of the garden in my continuing quest to have only one small contained patch of this irresistible class two noxious weed.

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wild impatiens, so ztunning it’s a darn shame it’s on the bad list.

I found an article in a British publication in the defense of wild impatiens, suggesting there is no good reason to classify it as noxious because it does not actually push out native vegetation and is easy to remove.  I wish I could find that article again. Other sources list it as a moderate scourge.  It is certainly true that I have loads of seedling sprouting from seeds cast by a few plants that came in from seeds carried on transplants from another garden. All of which probably originate from the fact that a garden I used to care for was absolutely full of it. All “my” gardens (jobs) get free plants from me, and sometimes I take back starts of said plants, and that is, I think, how I got the wild impatiens in amongst my own plants.  I have now eliminated the impatiens from all but one of our jobs.  (The one is a garden from which it will not spread for various reasons, mostly being extreme dryness of soil.) On the state noxious weed list, it’s a class B weed.

“Class B noxious weeds are nonnative species whose distribution is limited to portions of Washington State.

  • Species are designated for control in state regions where they are not yet widespread. Prevention of new infestations in these areas is the primary goal.”

ANYWAY, here is one of four areas that I intended to weed today:

There is quite a scrim of impatiens to the back of this bed.

There is quite a scrim of impatiens to the back of this bed, now only an inch or less tall.

Toward the front, the Hamamelis (winter blooming witch hazel) is covered with apricot scented flowers.

Toward the front, the Hamamelis (winter blooming witch hazel) is covered with apricot scented flowers.

and so is the Ribes speciosum

and so is the Ribes speciosum

which looks a lot like a fuchsia

which looks a lot like a fuchsia

Here is the other area I intended to weed:

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north side of house, before

And I did.  Mission accomplished, after cutting back the Rubus lineatus, and Allan helping me to dig out two running clumps of it.

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However, before I got that bed weeded, I got distracted by this:

during the removal of some grass-infested golden oregano

during the removal of some grass-infested golden oregano

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after

While working over that bed, I pondered how yesterday Pam Fleming, Seaside’s gardener, told me that she goes through all of her wonderful streetside plantings each spring, dividing, fertilizing and mulching the plants.  I realized yet AGAIN that we simply do not have the time to do this in Long Beach, and I fretted for awhile AGAIN about having too many jobs.

Finally at about 5:30 I got back to the original weeding project.  Allan and I had set forward every clock but I’d forgotten my own watch and it was later than I thought.  By then, a cold wind had come up so I did a fairly half-arsed job before going inside before dark and finishing a book.

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after

As I began my gardening day at home, I had just a glimmer of a dream of what it would be like to have more days in our own garden.  Imagine the ideas I might have to make this garden more of a paradise.  But then, depending on our replacement, Long Beach and Ilwaco might be less of a garden paradise.  It’s a dilemma. 

reading: 

For the reading part of today, I am publishing a second post this evening.  I’d like to keep my appreciation of the author separate from the garden blog, to make her more searchable.  If you prefer to read about gardening (and sometimes boating), I encourage you to wait for tomorrow’s post.

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Monday, 23 February 2015

After nine hours of exhausted sleep, I still found it rather hard to get going on my day-off garden projects.  Allan headed off in the early afternoon to float his boat around somewhere.

What to do?  The back patio certainly could use a good weeding:

Ruching out the weedy grass and leaving just the poppies would be a good patio project.

Ruching out the weedy grass and leaving just the poppies would be a good patio project.

In the spirit of procrastination, I was propping up the front fence telling a passing friend, landscaper Steve Clarke, how I planned to pull many the shotweed out of the front garden today, when my neighbours Jared and Jessika (of Starvation Alley Farm organic cranberry fame) appeared.  I asked them if they would mind if I made a half moon edger line down their side of my east fence and they said it would be fine.  So there was my day’s project, even though I had originally meant to spend the time removing fiddly little weeds.  Because Jared and Jessika were bundling their dogs into their vehicle, it would be a good time for me to dig the edge on their side of the fence without making the dogs feel trespassed upon.

I had a walkabout while questing for the red wheelbarrow.

crocuses in the back garden

crocuses in the back garden

a bad sight: hardy fuchsia with annoying orange montbretia popping up at the base.

a bad sight: hardy fuchsia with annoying orange montbretia popping up at the base.

Allan is lucky he went boating or I would have asked him to totally remove that fuchsia/montbretia combo for me.  I found the red wheelbarrow (just the right size so I don’t overfill it) in the bogsy woods with some river rock that Allan had been gathering for the swale.

By the gate into the neighbouring yard, I saw another project that needs doing: In several areas of the garden, I need to remove the rampant seedlings of “touch me not”, AKA jewelweed, policeman’s helmet, or wild impatiens, before it smothers good things.

a field of touch me not

a mess of touch me not

The project began at 1:30.

before, the east side of our fence

before, the east side of our fence

an hour and a half later, after removing two strips of sod

an hour and a half later, after removing two strips of sod

Jared and Jessika plan to till out a bed here for planting beans to grow on the fence.  Digging out the strip along the edge will benefit them, and it also greatly benefits me as the grass grows under the fence and makes the narrow garden bed on my side very hard to weed.  I did the same sort of edging outside the west fence (Nora’s back yard) earlier this year.  I have hope that the edging will help the maintenance with or without a bean bed.  Last summer, I edged along the fence down by the gear shed and the line has held up well since then.

This was a mess  last midsummer.

This was a mess last midsummer.

When the edging was done, my big plans for the day went awry as I went into the house, sat down, and did not manage to get up again for an hour or more.  By then, the sun’s angle was blinding for seeing little weeds.  I did remove some shotweed from the front garden, since I’d said I would, and then tried to return to the mission of weeding my side of the east fence.  By then, I’d missed the warm and balmy afternoon and the soil was cold and I was mad at myself for losing so much time to sitting (not even reading, just goofing around looking at Facebook on my iPhone!)

I was reminded of this poem:

Timothy Took His Time

by Frieda Wolfe

Timothy took his time to school and plenty of time he took

but some he lost at the tadpole pool and more at the stickleback brook

ever so much at the linnet’s nest and more at the five bar gate.

Timothy took his time to school but he lost it all and was late.

Timothy has a lot to do, how can it all be done?

He didn’t get home ’til close on 2 when he might have been home by 1.

There’s sums & writing & spelling too and an apple tree to climb.

Timothy has a lot to do, how shall he find the time?

Timothy sought it high and low, he looked in the tadpole pool

To see if they’d taken the time to grow, that he’d lost on the way to school.

He found the nest and he found the tree and he found the gate he’d crossed

But Timothy never shall find (ah me!) the time that Timothy lost!

I dawdled a bit more by walking around admiring plants.

Lonicera standishii has been blooming for weeks.

Lonicera standishii has been blooming with small ultra fragrant white flowers for weeks.

Sedum 'Xenox'

Sedum ‘Xenox’

narcissi backed with hellebore

narcissi backed with hellebore

another hellebore

another hellebore

Sorbaria sorbifolia 'Sem, given to me by Sheila.

Sorbaria sorbifolia ‘Sem, given to me by Sheila.

It's supposed to be a runner, which is why it's back by the bogsy woods.  There it is, running, with a kazillion baby touch me nots.

It’s supposed to be a runner, which is why it’s back by the bogsy woods. There it is, running, with a kazillion baby touch me nots that need pulling.

I further procrastinated by looking for growth on the plants given us by Todd.

I further procrastinated by looking for growth on the plants given us by Todd.

I am embarrassed to say that when watering in the greenhouse, I found a dried up little Garnet Wiegela from Todd, in a little pot in which I had planted it to give it time to grow on, and which had gotten shoved behind another plant and dried up.  Sorry, Todd!  Very careless.

Hellebore 'Golden Sunrise', still a baby

Hellebore ‘Golden Sunrise’, still a baby

I pondered whether to cut the hardy fuchsia, below, all the way to the ground, or just trim the ends off since the branches are putting out new growth.  I like fuchsias to be tall. But the new basal growth looks lush. Such musings can use a lot of time.

hardy fuchsia

hardy fuchsia

The ribes (flowering currants) are starting to show some colour.

The ribes (flowering currants) are starting to show some colour.

I returned to crocus admiration, after noticing that the Corylopsis pauciflora is in bloom.

I returned to crocus admiration, after noticing that the pale yellow Corylopsis pauciflora is in bloom right above this patch.

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You may note a lot of twiggy debris on the soil.  I’m influenced by two gardeners in that regard.  Ann Lovejoy recommended the “chop and drop” method of garden clean up.  And Anne Wareham’s book The Bad-Tempered Gardener firmly makes the point that it is senseless to haul debris to a compost heap, let it break down, and then haul it back into the garden.  Unfortunately, I cannot use this brilliant method of gardening at work because most of our gardens are public and people expect to see neat and tidy soil in winter.

To the obnoxious former neighbour who cried "Why PURPLE?" when we painted our house:  This is just one of many reasons.

To the obnoxious former neighbour who cried “Why PURPLE?” when we painted our house: This is just one of many reasons.

Pulmonaria in Allan's garden

Pulmonaria in Allan’s garden

Impatiens omeiana already popping up among the black mondo grass in Allan's garden

Impatiens omeiana already popping up among the black mondo grass in Allan’s garden

a handsome hellebore

a handsome hellebore

In the front garden, a potted, struggling daphne had put out some incredibly fragrant flowers.

In the front garden, a potted, lopsided, struggling daphne had put out some incredibly fragrant flowers.

It looked to me like deer have been putting their heads over the low front fence and tasting these tulips.

It looked to me like deer have been putting their heads over the low front fence and tasting these tulips.

I searched the garden for an old piece of birdcage to protect the tulips.

I searched the garden for an old piece of birdcage to protect the tulips.

a line of early species tulips coming up in the front garden

a line of early species tulips coming up in the front garden

Oh dear, one of TWO big clumps of epimidium that I have not cut back to let the flowers show.

Oh dear, one of TWO big clumps of epimidium in Allan’s garden that I have not cut back to let the flowers show.

Hamamelis mollis in front garden, smells like apricots

Hamamelis mollis in front garden, smells like apricots

haze of yellow Hamamelis mollis flowers

haze of yellow Hamamelis mollis flowers

Ribes speciosum in the front garden

Ribes speciosum in the front garden

grass path toward back garden, where I SHOULD be, weeding the east edge

grass path toward back garden, where I SHOULD be weeding the east edge

I ponder how I could get more garden space by narrowing the lawn, but there is something comfortable and expansive about the wide swathe of green.

By now, you can just imagine how much of the time that I took out into the garden today has been lost without much getting done.  At five o clock, I entered the fray of weeding the narrow east bed.

It was a mess.

It was a mess.

The first bit I tackled had that horrible grass, not couch or quack grass but another one with tiny, tightly meshed roots.  It is tightly matted around the base of an old lilac, and the soil feels tight, too.

It's a tight mess.

It’s a tight mess.

Adding some mulch would help loosen this soil so that the roots slip out easier.  Right now, it’s a misery to weed in cold, damp soil.

My beautiful Drymis winteri cheered me up.

My beautiful Drymis winteri cheered me up.

It's blooming!

It’s blooming!

Seems early for such fat buds on Clematis 'Crystal Fountain', whose tag says "blooms June through September".

Seems early for such fat buds on Clematis ‘Crystal Fountain’, whose tag says “blooms June through September”.

By dusk, I had the narrow bed looking not perfect, but much better.

By dusk, I had the narrow bed looking not perfect, but much better.

Allan said last night that he wondered why gardeners back east, when reading Pacific Northwest gardening blogs, don’t all move here when they see how mild our winters are.

 Because I got so much less accomplished today than I had wished, I long for tomorrow off, as well.  It cannot be, because there are still gardens where we have not even begun spring clean up.  I swear that next year I will have more time to spend at home where I am happiest.  I swore that last year, too, and the year before.  Life is short and I simply must figure out how to make it happen.

 Next:  Allan’s day off on the water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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