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Sunday, 9 October 2016

rain continued....

rain continued….


During a break in the weather, Allan added spacers for where the two metal fence panels will go.

During a break in the weather, Allan added spacers for where the two metal fence panels will go.

The lead up to and the watching of the presidential debate consumed my mind on this mostly rainy Sunday, and I still did not finish Nella Last’s Peace, a book I would have devoted a day to under normal circumstances.  Stress at any possibility that Trump, the opposite to everything I hold dear, might be elected president sapped my peace of mind and ability to sleep.

Monday, 10 October 2016

Allan completed the installation of the last two big metal fence panels that we were given by Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

With good weather Monday, I had to garden rather than read.  I addressed the project of thinning out some Fuchsia magellanica, which unfortunately is a bit of a runner.  It doesn’t make a thicket so much as clumps that grow from joining roots.

before: I've lost a good rose in here somewhere.

before: I had lost a good rose in here somewhere.


Smokey supervising

Smokey supervising


a few hours and some bad back pains later

a few hours and some bad back pains later

My back, usually reliable, went SPROING this morning for no particular reason and continued to give me painful spasms while pulling fuchsias.  This perhaps should have stopped me.  But I was on a mission.

I did find the lost rose, Ghislane de Feligonde, to the left.  I must decide whether to clear out more around it or to risk moving it.  I could replace it from Heirloom Roses so I might risk the move, next February.

Ghilsane de Feligonde and Rosa palustris

Ghilsane de Feligonde and Rosa palustris in my old garden.  I moved Ghislane from there to here.


Rose 'Ghislane de Feligonde'

Rose ‘Ghislane de Feligonde’

On day I was shopping at an old rose nursery near Snohomish, north of Seattle.  It must have been in about 1990.  The proprietor, an old man,  admired my choices and said, “Buy this one, too; you will like it,” handing me a gallon pot of Ghislane.  I did, and he was so right.  I moved it from Seattle, to my first Peninsula garden in Seaview (November 1992), to my second peninsula garden in Ocean Park (February 1994), to my third in Ilwaco July 1994), and finally in November 2010 to here.  It is small now from being swamped by fuchsias due to bad planning on my part.

I still might want to remove one more fuchsia and would need Allan’s help as it is huge.

I think one of two large pale pink Fuchsia magellanica should go—not an easy task.

I think one of two large pale pink Fuchsia magellanica (center, above) should go—not an easy task.


Showier large flowered hardy fuchsias never seem to run.

Showier large flowered hardy fuchsias never seem to run.


Fuchsia 'Celtic Night' in a pot

Fuchsia ‘Celtic Night’ in a pot


Fuchsia 'Celtic Night'

Fuchsia ‘Celtic Night’

I also managed to dig out a big Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ to give to sous chef Jamie of The Depot Restaurant.

a more delicate Helianthus, 'Gold Lace'

a more delicate Helianthus, ‘Gold Lace’


Despite damp grass, Allan mowed.

Despite damp grass, Allan mowed.


I admire his fence project at dusk. He will paint these panels in place, later.

I admire his fence project at dusk. He will paint these panels in place, later.

We decided to reward ourselves for a productive day with perhaps the last fire of the season.

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While Allan (former Boy Scout) built the fire, I checked the meander line ditch and found it is almost full of water again.

rain water

rain water


Skooter, Smokey and I returning to the campfire

Skooter, Smokey and I returning to the campfire

While Skooter prowled in the bogsy woods, Smokey joined us for the campfire.

sausage dinner

sausage dinner


the lights of the port and the moon caught in the alder grove

the lights of the port and the moon caught in the alder grove


Smokey and I by the fire

Smokey and I by the fire

As I write this three days later, an enormous storm is predicted for the next weekend, leading to an extra short work week.  The worst storm is supposed to hit on Saturday, the 15th (the day that this post will publish).  An advantage of still being several days behind in blogging is that the blog will keep posting even if our power goes out.

Frankly, I am kind of scared that our lightly built double wide manufactured home won’t be able to stand up to a storm like the one that may be coming on the 15th.  Even though it passed its tie down inspection in 2010 in order for us to be able to buy it, and it came through the big storm of 2007 just fine, this 1978 model has never faced a storm like the 1962 October storm  which forecasters are saying might be coming our way.  Meteorologist Cliff Mass says: “A true monster storm, potentially as strong as the most powerful storm in NW history [his bold letters!] (the Columbus Day Storm of 1962) will be approaching our area on Saturday.”  Something equivalent to a category 3 hurricane has been mentioned along with hopes that the storm will veer away a bit.  Even the LESSER option looks dire:

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At least some of it will be during the day when we can see what is going on.

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If our house collapses (yes, I am catastrophizing as usual), we will turn Allan’s workshop into a “tiny house”; that might be the reason I have felt compelled to watch a lot of tiny house tv shows lately.  And here I thought it was just because I was reminiscing about the little house I lived in for 14 years.

Allan reminded me after reading the above that when we see scenes of post storm devastation of trailer parks, the damage was usually done by tornadoes, not hurricanes.  And that we are tied down.  And that a manufactured home is closely fitted together (even if with, in my opinion, flimsy materials).  That lessened my anxiety…a bit.

I’m also worried because our bulbs just shipped (as I write this on Thursday) and might spend too long in boxes if the roads are closed.  In 2007, the peninsula was completely cut off for two or three days by fallen trees on all roadways, and we had no power and no cell phone or land line service during that time.  I will add what I hope will be a “real time” reassuring update to tomorrow’s blog post of 16 October if I can.

real time update, Friday 14 October

We were able to have our weekly dinner at the Cove, and we got through Thursday night’s storm ok.  Yesterday we had 3.14 inches of rain.  I slept through a tornado warning this morning.  In fact, there were 10 tornado warnings, pretty much unheard of around here.  THIS happened in Manzanita down the Oregon coast, where windows were blown out of at least one house:

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news photo

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Cliff Mass, renowned local meteoroligist, wrote this afternoon:  I have looked at the latest forecast model output and they are all on pretty much the same page, which increases forecast confidence substantially.  The bottom line is that we have a  dangerous storm, comparable to the 2006 Chanukah Eve storm or the 1993 Inauguration Day Storm, one that is following nearly a perfect track to produce strong winds over the Puget Sound region.   And the coast is guaranteed to be hit hard.

The worst storm is due to arrive on Saturday at about 11 PM, unless it veers (for which I fervently hope).  I don’t like a storm that I cannot see.  I am relieved that it no longer is being compared to the 1962 storm.  Our home survived the 2007 and 1993 storm.  (I am pretty sure that Cliff’s post is meant to reference the 2007 storm, not 2006.)

Our Kathleen just explained that there was a big storm in the Olympia area in 2006: “The 2006 storm was when we got hit here. Branches speared into the ground. I slept in the living room because the master bedroom is in the back of the house, closer to the trees. Power went out about an hour after I got home. It was VERY frightening–didn’t really sleep. The cats were extremely alert and it sounded pretty bad.”

This blog will tick along, though, because I am running a few days behind.


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1997 (age 73):

Oct 9:  Spent most of the day hemming two pairs of slacks from years ago.  I’m not satisfied with the hem so may do them over.  Store day also.

Oct 10:  Started planting bulbs.  I worked about 4 hours until I was rained in and was exhausted.

1998 (age 74):

Oct 10:  11:30-6:00 with 1/2 hour for hot chocolate break  I picked 3 pails of apples and then started picking the ripe tomatoes and ended up picking all the tomatoes that showed sign of the blight.  I ended up with 70# of tomatoes in trays in the shop.

Next week:

  • Put hoses away (Done 10/15)
  • Start bringing begonias in (Done 10/16)
  • Try to save fuchsia plants over winter. (Done 10/16)
  • Toss out plants behind house

 

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Just outside the lower gate…golden hops has escaped the hedgerow and twines around my newspaper boxes.

golden hops

To the right of the lower gate, and orange lily seeks some room next to the tall wild impatiens (jewel weed, touch-me-not).  The jewel weed’s sap is good for nettle rash and insect bites.  Its flowers look like orchids. Its seeds leap out in a startling way when the seed pods are touched. It threatens to be on the noxious weed list, yet even though it seeds prolifically it is easy to pull.  I would not plant it next to a wild marsh, though.

jewelweed and lily

view from the gate

Ghilsane de Feligonde and Rosa palustris

Rose ‘Ghislaine de Feligonde‘ blooms profusely on the left side of the path.  I happened upon this rose quite accidentally when the owner of an old rose nursery north of Seattle suggested it to me.  He said I would be very happy with it.  It moved with me to the beach, twice before settling in our Ilwaco garden.  (And in 2010 it moved with us to our new Ilwaco garden.)

Behind it, up higher, blooms the pink Rosa palustris.  Palustris means ‘swampy or marshy’ so when I ran across this rose I knew it might grow well in the damp ground of the stream arbour gardens.  It is a once-blooming rose and puts on a good but not a very long show.

peachy daylily and rose

A peachy daylily accidentally echoes the colours of Ghislane.  A lot of perfect effects in my garden are unplanned.  I’d like to think I subconsciously knew what I was doing…but probably not.

The right fork of the path takes you past a stand of white aconitum (Monkshood) said to be deadly poisonous to the degree that you should take care to wash your hands after deadheading it.  They are usually known for coming in dark delphinium blue.  The coolest one I ever had was a metallic pale blue called ‘Stainless Steel’ but unfortunately I neglected it in a pot and lost it.  I must put it on my wish list.

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To the left of the gate, both the Allium abopilosum and the Anchusa have toppled…I haven’t had much time to weed, and might have reached in too hastily to untwine some pernicious bindweed.

Allium and Anchusa

In the upper garden across from the pond, a richly red lily blooms among tall perennials…

lily

…And that’s about all the time I had for my garden in July of 2009.

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