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Tuesday, 31 July 2018

How I love an all Ilwaco day.

We started at the volunteer garden that Allan did not have time to water yesterday evening:

Ilwaco Fire Station

Out of all the ammi majus seeds I planted, I got these.

the ornamental corn, all two of them

Mike’s garden

after we watered

We finally pruned all the dead branches off the conifer in the front…

It is part of a matched set; the other one is also very slowly dying back.

I would like to see them both gone, but neither Allan’s wonky ankle or my wonky knee inspire us to try to dig them out.  I’m hoping Mike will find a strong person to do this.

Ilwaco boatyard garden

We weeded thoroughly all along from the north end to the gate.  South of the gate does not get as much horsetail.

(I did not download photos for a week, so it took me that long to realize I had a spot on my lens.)

my usual audience

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Chickadee, Doreen, Stipa gigantea

a boat on its way to the water

Allan’s audience

Port of Ilwaco

We accomplished our long weekly watering of almost all the curbside gardens.  (We skip just one that is just escallonias, landscape fabric that shows, and a thin coat of bark mulch.)

In my favourite bed by the Ilwaco pavilion, the three plants vandalized earlier this year are trying to heal themselves but are still bringing down the tone.

Santolina had the best chance of healing itself.

One lavender is trying….

…and the other one is not succeeding much at all in getting better.

Eryngium and achillea (Allan’s photo)

by the port office

lavender abuzz with bees

weeding while watering

On one of my recent days off for Lily Time, a young woman and man came walking by the front garden and the woman called out, “I love your lilies!”  Quite out of character for a recluse, I brought the two of them into the back garden to see the really tall lilies.  Today, the woman (who works at the port) brought me her new puppy to hold.  (At least, I hope it was her, because of my face blindness.)

Annabelle, 8 weeks old, best moment of my day

I admired the Salt Hotel courtyard.

Then I went home because it was the night of the dreaded monthly billing.  I had two big clients and some small ones that I had not even billed for June yet.  It was difficult and took four hours.  Allan went on to water the east end garden bed (the hardest one) and, as always, to make our dinner.

 

 

 

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Guest photo from last midweek, from THE Oysterville Garden:

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photo by Melissa Van Domelen

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Now it feels like we have returned from spring to winter:

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early morning hail and thunder

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Having missed our garden club dinner last week, the North Beach Garden Gang met for brunch at Salt Pub.  (All but two photos today are by Allan.)

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This is the next garden awaiting our attention, west of Salt Hotel.

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It did not get awfully weedy over the winter.

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Melissa and Dave arrive

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our view

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two egg breakfast

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eggs benedict

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heuvos rancheros

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coming soon-ish.  Allan and I have tickets already.

The five of us lingered over our table for two hours, catching up on all the gardening news. It was especially pleasing to me to be greeted by another diner there, Lorna, who used to own Andersen’s RV Park and was one of our top favourite clients for the many years we gardened there.

I had just been thinking how now that we have six fewer big spring clean ups than we used to have, bad weather is not a crisis in the early spring.

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clearing but still cold and windy

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Todd, me, Melissa, Dave

In the afternoon, I simply finished a book I started last night.

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Yesterday evening, I read a short post apocalyptic novel (Thirst, by Benjamin Warner) that I only mildly enjoyed. Today’s choice was excellent; I especially appreciated that the protagonist was autistic and I could well identify with her ways of coping in the world after a comet hits our planet.  Turning from political non fiction to post apocalypse fiction hasn’t been that much of a change.  Coming up soon is Swallows and Amazons which should be much cheerier.  I haven’t even started it and I’ve already dreamt about reading it.

 

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Tuesday, 17 January 2017

After two days of reading The Death and Life of Great American Cities (with poor concentration and lots of clicking onto news sites), Allan and I left home in the evening to have a birthday dinner for Dave’s birthday.

It was faintly adventurous because of 70 mph winds at Cape Disappointment, 63 mph in Ilwaco, and a bit less in Long Beach by the Adrift Hotel.

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Adrift Hotel; [pickled fish] restaurant is upstairs.

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Allan’s photo

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While the evening started quietly, the room soon filled up.

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Allan’s photo.  [pickled fish] has exceptionally good pizza.

Our garden gang was not in full attendance.  Todd is in on a working vacation in a warmer clime.

Our gifts to Dave were the practical sort: chemical toe warmers for comfort at work and some cans of Fort George Vortex IPA for unwinding after work.

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Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Allan walked his winter day route to the post office and library, and considered the Black Lake trail system.

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Due to continuing blustery wind, he reconsidered going on the tree-lined trails.  He says, “Mr. Tootlepedal would at least have brought back some photos of fungus,” but Allan didn’t.

In the evening, we attended a full house lecture at Salt Pub, given by our friend Debbie Teashon of Rainy Side Gardeners fame.  Based on her book, Gardening for the Homebrewer, her talk addressed how to grow the herbs and flowers that can be used to flavour beer, wine, and liqueurs.

Debbie does a “hero pose” before each of her talks.  She says it works to give confidence and strength.

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Our Debbie, shoulders back, hands on hips.

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full house at Salt Pub

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Allan’s photo

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Debbie at work

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Debbie has been a professional photographer for decades.

Debbie’s next speaking engagement, Toasting Your Health, From the Garden to Your Glass,  will be on one of the big stages at the Northwest Flower and Garden Show in Seattle at 5:45 PM on Thursday, February 23.

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You can glean recipes and how-tos from her book, which is available locally at Time Enough Books:

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A tasty smoked tuna melt sandwich went down a treat while I listened to the lecture and admired Debbie’s gardening slide show.

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at Salt Pub

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a well-received talk (Allan’s photo)

Thursday, 10 January 2016

We joined Debbie for a three hour catch up session over lunch at Salt Pub.  Debbie had already been for a walk with her dog after a restful sleep at Salt Hotel.

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Salt Hotel

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the Port reflected in Salt Pub mirrors

 

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my view

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Bloody Mary (Allan’s photo)

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Pho at Salt Pub

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and broccoli cheese soup

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Allan’s photo

 I spent the afternoon spiffying up my signs as best I could.

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back

Allan had acquired some clear shelf paper to cover them with.  We have had torrents of rain all week (over four inches in just one day) and more is predicted for the weekend.

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working on the one sign I had left to do…turned out to be a rough draft.

For the back of this one:

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I finally came up with this one (below).  I wish I were a better letterer, as I lack patience.  I should have added that Asian women make about the same as white women; that was in the original and was changed because I wanted fewer words.  I couldn’t find up to date statistics for Native American workers.  I chose the word Latinx rather than Latina and Latino  or Hispanic, because my reading tells me it is a word of choice for Millennials, and they will inherit this country.  And so I continue muddling along toward racial justice, assuredly getting some things wrong along the way.

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Here is an image that strongly spoke to me today.

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I prepared for Friday’s social media theme of changing one’s profile photo to one of the Obamas by choosing a photo of them on a train and altering it in Prisma.  The original is in this photo essay.  A comfort on this day was Barack Obama’s promise to emerge after a restful break and continue to be “with us”.

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I chose for a Facebook cover photo an inspirational image  of Barack and Michelle in Michelle’s White House garden.  This is the garden that the execrable Ann Coulter tweeted should be turned into a “putting green” and that Rush Limbaugh contemptuously said made him “gag”.

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Is this beautiful garden going to be bulldozed? Or will Melania or Ivanka get their hands dirty in the soil?  I’m curious to see.

Friday, 20 January 2017

I was unable to sleep till after 4:30 AM because of a sense of doom….and then I had a dream of finding beer cans and cigarette butts in the far corners of my own garden.  In my nightmare, Allan found a leather collar, human sized with iron crosses and the word FURY on it, outside our door.  We called the police. The police chief told us the collar was part of the attire of a dangerous local white neo-Nazi gang and that we should keep our doors locked and guard our garden gates because the leader of the group was clearly prowling up to our front porch.  I woke to the news that a former KKK leader had expressed pleasure about our country’s new president.

Although I barely had time in the morning to glance at the news, I found two moments of amusement: Photos showed an enormous difference in the crowds at DT’s inauguration compared to the first inauguration of President Obama, and there was a spike in Google searches for the meaning of the word “carnage” after DT used it in his dark and dystopian speech.

Allan and I met for lunch (breakfast for us) with a group of liberals at El Compadre Restaurant.

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El Compadre in north Long Beach

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inside El Compadre

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hummingbird chair

The group included local artists, Democrat leaders, and our own Mayor Mike.

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second from left, a regular blog reader, Judy, whom we met in person at last.

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Our very good friend, artist  Joe Chasse.

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a margarita for the drowning of sorrow

Everyone at the table had energy and ideas, and much comfort and inspiration was found there. (We forgot to sing protest songs.) We are FIRED UP and READY TO GO.  Although I must admit that I am still hoping to get ten, just ten, non-peopling days IN A ROW at the end of our staycation, starting Monday.  Wish me luck!  I have not gotten to the bottom of my stack of winter reading yet.

On the way home, while Allan popped into Dennis Company for more sign protecting clear shelf paper, I pulled old foliage out of one planter…

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…and then we clipped back the Melianthus major and a few other perennials in Fifth Street Park.

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Fifth Street Park before a bit of clipping.

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We picked up the trash but will wait till February to cut the sedums and pull the wild garlic.

Coming up:

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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:

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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.

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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

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

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

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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

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flowers

flowers

 

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?

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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:

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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.

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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.

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

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Tuesday, 7 June 2016

The Depot Restaurant

We began by watering and planting one plant (a Chelone ‘Hot Lips’, excellent fall bloomer) at the Depot.

Allan watering

Allan watering


plantings by Nancy of Basket Case Greenhouse

plantings by Nancy of Basket Case Greenhouse

This cat entertained me:

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

This well fed cat liked to be petted, so am fairly sure it is a neighbourhood resident and not a stray.

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When we arrived in Fifth Street Park, we found Debbie Teashon there adding to her collection of Peninsula garden photos.

Rainyside Debbie

Our Debbie of Rainyside.com


Debbie and I deadheading a lavender prior to a photo

Debbie and I deadheading a lavender prior to a photo

After a brief visit and a farewell as she left to take more photos at city hall and then drive a few hours north to her home, Allan and I buckled down to watering and grooming the Long Beach planters.

Watering was preceded by some grooming in Fifth Street Park. Here, the northeast side with Brodiaea 'Queen Fabiola'.

Watering was preceded by some grooming in Fifth Street Park. Here, the northeast side with Brodiaea ‘Queen Fabiola’.


Allan watering and deadheading

Allan watering and deadheading


by Herb 'N' Legend Smoke Shop

by Herb ‘N’ Legend Smoke Shop

The planters are all of a sudden well filled in and looking fine.

Allan's photo: pink California poppy and Geranium 'Rozanne'

Allan’s photo: pink California poppy and Geranium ‘Rozanne’


California poppies, Allan's photo

California poppies, Allan’s photo


a small hardy gladiolus (Allan's photo)

a small hardy gladiolus (Allan’s photo)


planting a few new plants

planting a few new plants

To water, we use a bayonet fitting to hook up the hose.  We often find snails, baby slugs, or loads of earwigs under the plastic cap.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I kill the slugs, relocate the snails, but tend to give the earwigs a pass just because there are so MANY and I don’t want to use poisons.

Allan bucket watered the Fish Alley barrels, where I am replacing stolen edging plants with free Sedum 'Autumn Joy' divisions.

Allan bucket watered the Fish Alley barrels, where I am replacing stolen edging plants with free Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ divisions.


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The Crabby Gardener

an occasion feature when public gardening goes bad

The Crabby Gardener by Don Nisbett

The Crabby Gardener by Don Nisbett

Allan noticed a big hole when watering the northernmost planter by Dennis Company.  I went to have a look.

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furious photography

Someone had pulled out a full sized Agastache ‘Fragrant Delight’, left the hole, and had broken off at the base a Knautia ‘Thunder and Lightning’ (probably while trying to steal it, too).  The knautia was left behind, dead.  Neither of these plants are available on the Peninsula at this time and so I cannot fix this properly.

broken dead knautia and missing agastache

broken dead knautia and missing agastache


Here is the side that did not get vandalized and stolen.

Here is the side that did not get vandalized and stolen.


Here is the side that is empty now, by one of the busiest parking lots in town.

Here is the side that is empty now, by one of the busiest parking lots in town.

It is so important to me to have symmetry in the planters that I almost wish people would just damn well steal BOTH sides so I could start over with new matching plants.  Why does symmetry matter to me when our business name is “Tangly”?  Because a little symmetry tames the wildness, just like the boxwoods in the Oysterville garden add a frame to an exuberant garden.  I spent the time while watering six more planters and weeding a park fretting over how I was going to fix that space when there are no Agastaches of that colour, and certainly not an exact match, available here.  I texted Melissa in my despair and she replied that she had a pink Agastache, so I planned to acquire it from her.  I have to keep trying even though the Finger Blighter strikes so frequently.  Debbie had even wondered earlier if it could be someone who reads this blog, and knows where the good plants are.  I assured her that because I like to have the blog running at least five days behind (takes the pressure off writing it), and the thefts often happen the day after a new plant goes in (although not in the case of this incident), I am pretty sure there is no connection.

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Cheeringly, when Allan and I reunited after watering, he gave me a present from the Kite Guy at Wind World Kites.

Wind World Kites

Wind World Kites


This purple whirly flower!

This purple whirly flower!  Thanks, Wind World Kite Guy!

We moved on after our watering to weed the Veterans Field garden beds because the Columbia Pacific Farmers Market is due to open on Friday afternoons there starting this week.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


corner bed, Veterans Field

corner bed, Veterans Field

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I asked Allan to take some photos of the narrow, arced garden that goes halfway around the flag pavilion, my version of a red white and blue theme:

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Salvias ‘May Night’ and ‘Hot Lips’ and Phygelius ‘Cherry Ripe’


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Salvia ‘May Night’ and ‘Crimson Pygmy’ barberry with Eryngiums


Salvia patens (sometimes tender) has come back strong (center, next to red flowers)

Salvia patens (sometimes tender) has come back strong (center, below red Phygelius flowers)


Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue'

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

Nearby, a silver, white, and pink streetside garden is one I often admire and is now at its peak.

rose campion, sea thrift, pink roses

rose campion, sea thrift, pink roses


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streetside garden, Long Beach

On the way south, we watered the edge plants at the Long Beach welcome sign.  The soaker hoses don’t help them enough till their roots are well established.  Allan feels the sign is getting battered by people standing in it, especially the back side.

welcome sign front

welcome sign front


back

back


Allan pulling the persistent horsetail.

Allan pulling the four horsetail of the apocalypse.

I had read somewhere that Geranium ‘Orion’ is even better than Geranium ‘Rozanne’, that its flower size is bigger and a deeper blue.  Based on growing both of them in the welcome sign bed, ‘Rozanne’ remains the strong winner.

Geranium 'Rozanne'

Geranium ‘Rozanne’


Geranium 'Orion'

Geranium ‘Orion’


Rozanne (right) is still the champ.

Rozanne (right) is still the champ.

Ilwaco

We planted a few new curbside plants in this bed that is now back in the fold of watering.  If you water it, the gardeners will come.  This garden might even get more watering than it needs, since we are not the ones watering, and we are the ones who know which plants are utterly drought tolerant and which are not.  (Most drought tolerant plants do need good watering until they get established.)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Then Allan went off to water the Ilwaco planters and street trees.

Ilwaco planter (Allan's photo)

Ilwaco planter (Allan’s photo)


traffic jam in town (Allan's photo)

traffic jam in town (Allan’s photo)

Meanwhile, I planted a few more plants and then started watering near the west end.  As I began, a couple of staff members at Salt said how much they appreciate the flowers and to use their hose anytime.  It was the first time this year that I had gotten out the Salt Hotel hose for their curbside garden.  It’s a long thin hose with a big leak patched with electric tape that spews water from the middle.

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I struggled to get it undone enough to get to the further west garden bed and I was eventually  in despair, thinking it would be embarrassing to go home and watch Deadliest Catch tonight after giving up in a hose.  I kept trying.  But I was stumped.  I have no sense of how to untangle knots, chains, and hoses.

I needed to get all the way down to that tree, by a building that is for sale and has no water, whose garden was parched and miserably dry.

I needed to get all the way down to that tree and black light post, by a building that is for sale and has no water, whose garden was parched and miserably dry.

A kind middle aged man, a guest at Salt Hotel, quickly assessed the situation and in a trice had the hose untangled.  Otherwise, I might still be there.

The whole time I was struggling with hoses, I was aware on a level beyond exhaustion and frustration of how much I love these gardens.  Curbside gardens, parking strips, also known as “hellstrips“, are one of my favourite challenges and I think that these at the port are the only ones on the entire Peninsula, which is not known for parking strips along the streets.  My life is given meaning by these beds along the port and that is why I will work so hard at getting them watered.

After watering as far west as I could with the Salt hose, I switched to the one at the new Ilwaco Freedom Market.  The Port had permission to use it from the owner of the building.  The business whose manager would not permit us to water last year has gone!  The hose, though high quality, was still a struggle for me.

blargh!

blargh!

Between the two hoses, Salt’s and Freedom Market, there is still a section in the middle of that stretch of gardens that cannot be reached, whose plants remained dry and will be that way until the adjacent building that has sat vacant for two years (former home of Queen La De Da’s gallery) is in use again.  My plan is to just pull the most stressed plants out on Thursday.

Of course, I had to coil both hoses up again all nicey nice, not my favourite task.  The Salt one got stuck under a planter and I almost fell over tugging it out.  Some ladies of a clique of which I was formerly a member had gone up to the pub (without a word, of course…it’s a dangerous social choice to leave a clique).  I thought great, I’ll be all fallen over tangled in this hose and stuck when they come out.  Fortunately, I made my escape unscathed.

I then walked up to the port office gardens and hooked up our long hose, also an untangling nightmare.

It is to weep.

It is to weep.


I did it!

I did it!

I doubled up the hose and dragged it past four or five buildings to get to the next water hook up at the Ilwaco pavilion.

hose drag number one

hose drag number one, Ilwaco Pavilion has the blue roof


From there, I can even reach the tiny "drive over" garden between two big driveways.

From there, I can even reach the tiny “drive over” garden between two big driveways.


looking east

looking east


my favourite bed by the Pavilion

my favourite bed by the Pavilion


The wax myrtle we cut to the ground is coming back, as planned.

The wax myrtle we cut to the ground is coming back, as planned.


The Tall Ships were still in port.

The Tall Ships were still in port.


reaching as far west as I could in the Craft 3 bank garden bed (red and brown building)

reaching as far east as possible in the Craft 3 bank garden bed (red and brown building)

I watered as far east as I could reach in the Craft 3 bank beds.  They don’t thrill me because they are mostly kinnickinnick ground cover, pretty boring to me.  If there is no rain soon, I’ll try harder to get some water onto them.

old plantings in Craft 3 beds, from way back when it was Shorebank

old plantings in Craft 3 beds, from way back when it was Shorebank

I could see Allan way way down at the easternmost garden, watering with three hoses stretched from the docks.

Allan's photo at the east end. Butch of CoHo Charters says we could use his faucet, but I guess Allan thinks this is easier or quicker.

Allan’s photo at the east end. Butch of CoHo Charters (red building to the left) says we could use his faucet, but I guess Allan thinks this is easier or quicker.


Allan's photo: laying down a lot of water; this bed has not been hose watered for a couple of weeks or more.

Allan’s photo: laying down a lot of water; this bed has not been hose watered for a couple of weeks or more.


Allan's photo: a successfully pretty much drought tolerant bed still needs water to look tip top

Allan’s photo: This successfully pretty much drought tolerant bed still needs water to look tip top.

Meanwhile, I doubled up the hose again and did another drag with high hopes that the water at the old Wade Gallery, now owned by Fort George Brewery, would be turned on by now.  (Fort George has given us permission to water.)

hose drag number 2

hose drag number 2


nice view while testing the faucet at the Fort George building

nice view while testing the faucet at the Fort George building

I was tired and the water was not on at Fort George building and the garden was dry and Allan did not hear my four phone calls asking him to bring buckets and he didn’t have the work trailer anyway, as it turned out, and I sat on a utility box and felt exhausted and decided that TOMORROW we would bucket water that little garden.  By now it was 8:30 PM, we had been working for 9.5 hours, and I couldn’t face waiting for the trailer, driving to the boatyard, filling buckets, and coming back to dump them.

"Help! We are so thirsty!" "I just can't!!!"

“Help! We are so thirsty!”
“I just can’t!!!”

At home, I watered my own containers.

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back garden, 8:40 PM


Smokey glad I am home

Smokey glad I am home

Later, watching the hard and dangerous work on Deadliest Catch, I was glad I hadn’t given up on the tangled hoses.

Deadliest Catch: keeping ropes untangled is critical

Deadliest Catch: keeping ropes untangled is critical

Tomorrow: the north end rounds of gardeners where the garden owners do the watering…thank heavens.


Ginger’s Garden Diaries

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from my mother’s gardening diaries of two decades ago

1997 (age 73):

June 7:  Two years have gone by since Bruce died.

I picked the weeds I pulled using the garden cart from Don.  Then I weeded in front of compost box, next to raspberry row (both sides) and picked strawberries.  The Ft Laramie plants have huge berries like the ones from California but they are hollow in the inside.  I went to bed at 10:00.

1998 (age 74):

June 7: Al’s birthday [her older brother who lived in Seattle] and 3 years since Bruce died.  I still miss him so much.

The Jazz were getting blown out when Mary Anne came over.  She put on Tabby’s halter and we went out on the porch by the shop.  However, Erik and a friend came over and Tabby bolted.  I figured she was under the shop.  Mary Anne and I kept calling and she came out from under the shed.  I think she was glad to see us.  Mary Anne said I should get another halter with a wider strap.  I called Al to wish him happy birthday.


On the 21st anniversary of my dad’s death, mom and dad camping in the early 1950s:

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and at home in the 1950s:

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Saturday, 4 June 2016

We made our usual trip to the Ilwaco Saturday Market; I do like to support the vendors by adding some photos to Discover Ilwaco every week in season.  I had been planning to walk.  We drove because it was already 81 degrees.

On the way, I delivered some flowers to Salt Hotel.

Salt

Salt

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

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flowers on the way

flowers on the way

I went in the north door, set the flowers on the table, and out the south door to the market.

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market view from Salt

 

The lounge has been re arranged. Coffee is served here to hotel guests in the morning.

The lounge has been re arranged. Coffee is served here to hotel guests in the morning.

just outside

just outside

I wish I had bought one of these birdhouses. Next time!

I wish I had bought one of these birdhouses. Next time!

It was HOT.

It was HOT.

But not too hot for a belly rub.

But not too hot for a belly rub.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

We popped into Time Enough Books to deliver a gardening invoice.

Time Enough Books

Time Enough Books

A baby was visiting the store.

A baby was visiting the store.

and an oldster, the same age as beloved former shop dog Harper would have been.

and an oldster, the same age as beloved former shop dog Harper would have been.

puppy love

puppy love

After her pals left, Scout kept watch over the market.

After her pals left, shop dog Scout kept watch over the market.

We got our weekly treat at Pink Poppy Bakery.

I suggested to Madeline that she pose with the red poppies in the boatyard garden.

I suggested to Madeline that she pose with the red poppies in the boatyard garden.

Port Office garden

Port Office garden and Basket Case baskets

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

The English Nursery booth, where Jane kindly gave me a birdhouse as a present.

The English Nursery booth, where Jane kindly gave me a birdhouse as a present in thanks for our work on Discover Ilwaco.

strawberries

strawberries

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

You might find me and Our Kathleen in this photo.

You might find me and Our Kathleen in this photo.

more plants for sale

more plants for sale

the tall ships (Allan's photo)

the tall ships (Allan’s photo)

Anthony de Luz of Blue Collar Eats garnishing a plate

Anthony de Luz of Blue Collar Eats garnishing a plate

two darling pooches

two darling pooches

I couldn’t take the heat and turned back before I reached the far end of the market booths.

on the way to the van (Allan's photo)

on the way to the van (Allan’s photo)

at home

Due to unbearably hot weather, I spent the afternoon inside catching up on this blog, and following local online news about a frightening dune grass fire in Surfside, started by a campfire (allegedly) right by the dunes.  You can read all about it here.  I was relieved to hear it was contained, as a friend of ours has a home just a couple of blocks from the scorched dunes.  I called her and she was just about to go rescue her cat when the fire got put out by our volunteer firefighting crews.

At five, with the temperature dropping just slightly, I went outside to plant.

Allan was painting some shutters rescued from Denny's KBC burn pile.

Allan was painting some shutters rescued from Denny’s KBC burn pile.

The big pink rose in the (unweeded) patio is at its once blooming peak.

The big pink rose in the (unweeded) patio is at its once blooming peak.

On Fuchsia Lane, I dug up a large section of Persicaria bistorta that has been looking peaky for some reason.

On Fuchsia Lane, I dug up a large section of Persicaria bistorta that has been looking peaky for some reason.

Allan had helped me by putting a very big seven gallon shrub into the wheelbarrow.

Allan had helped me by putting a very big seven gallon shrub into the new wheelbarrow.

I am not used to planting seven gallon plants.  Due to budget considerations, I almost always buy gallon sized plants.

Digging a big hole, I got down to river sand. Our property used to be riverbank.

Digging a big hole, I got down to river sand. Our property used to be riverbank till the port was expanded in the past midcentury.

in 1906, this was what is now the meander line between us and the port parking lot.

in 1906, this was what is now the meander line between us and the port parking lot.

Allan helped me rassle the shrub into the ground.

Allan helped me rassle the Cephalanthus into the ground.

It had been on my want list for several years.

It had been on my want list for several years.

It should do well in this area that is wet in the winter.

It should do well in this area that is wet in the winter.

a frog hanging out on an old barley bag in the water boxes

a frog hanging out on an old barley bag in the water boxes

I went on to more planting: A Callicarpa ‘Profusion’ (third try, maybe a big one will do better than the little guys I have planted before), a new artemisia, a new to me “cushion bush”, and some new annuals tucked into whatever semi-attractive containers I could rustle up.

a haze of "love in a mist"

a haze of “love in a mist”

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Leucophyta brownii

Leucophyta brownii

This new to me artemisia had a gentle, sweet scent.

This new to me artemisia had a gentle, sweet scent.

I am smitten with Artemisia 'Parfum d'Ethiopia'.

I am smitten with Artemisia ‘Parfum d’Ethiopia’.

Allan nobly went off in the evening to water the boatyard garden.

at the boatyard, watering from inside the fence

at the boatyard, watering from inside the fence

sweet peas!

sweet peas!

the boatyard and our trailer

the boatyard and our trailer

I had thought it too windy for a campfire (especially after the unfortunate day in Surfside).  The wind simply disappeared at dusk so we ended our day with a peaceful and pleasant campfire after all.

in the evening: frog chorus begins (Allan's photo)

in the evening: frog chorus begins (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

evening light

evening light

Smokey on Black Cat Lane, looking forward to a fire.

Smokey on Black Cat Lane, looking forward to a fire.

strawberries from the garden and a momentarily vigorous campfire

strawberries from the garden and a momentarily vigorous campfire

pink sky to the east

pink sky to the east

Someone was having a bad evening.  The life flight helicopter arrived at the nearby hospital and then left during the sunset.

Allan's photo: Life Flight

Allan’s photo: Life Flight

We hope whoever was in that helicopter comes home and enjoys more evenings in whatever way is their most favourite.


Ginger’s Garden Diaries

gdiaries

from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1997 (age 73):

June 4:  The tomatoes I potted look pretty good today.  Picked first strawberries then started weeding the berries and asparagus bed.  Went to bed at 9:00 PM.

1998 (age 74):

June 4:  It was gray but would have been a good day to plant the new perennials.  However, I thought I should get more annual seeds planted for my color bowls.  So I planted from about 11:00-7:00.  Tomorrow, I’ll take more trays out to the shop.  In the evening, I sorted and threw out a lot of magazines and catalogs.

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, 14 May 2016

As had happened every morning lately, I woke early and immediately thought of the garden at the Job in Jeopardy.  This time, I was able to go back to sleep (after an hour of worry and fuming) without resorting to any sleep aid.  This meant a late start to the day, which was ok because it was a Saturday of garden jobs near home.

We had had rain!  I was ecstatic.

after rain

after rain

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Every one of our rain barrels was brimming full again.

Every one of our rain barrels was brimming full again.

water in the tiniest bird and bee bath (Allan's photo)

Eleagnus 'Quicksilver' laid sideways by the rain

Eleagnus ‘Quicksilver’ laid sideways by the rain

clematis to the top of the front arbour (Allan's photo)

clematis to the top of the front arbour (Allan’s photo)

We had to work today, but first, the Saturday Market.

flower bouquet of the week on its way to Salt Hotel...just something I do because I love their pub and restaurant so much.

flower bouquet of the week on its way to Salt Hotel…just something I do because I love their pub and restaurant so much.  (Allan’s photo)

Ilwaco Saturday Market

by our parking spot

by our parking spot

flower delivery (Allan's photo)

flower delivery (Allan’s photo)

view from the ground floor at Salt

view from the ground floor at Salt

market view from Salt Hotel (Allan's photo)

market view from Salt Hotel (Allan’s photo)

Betsy Millard (left), director of Ilwaco's Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum (Allan's photo)

Betsy Millard (left), director of Ilwaco’s Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum (Allan’s photo)

Wood Turnings

Wood Turnings

Wood Turnings

Wood Turnings

in the Wood Turnings shop (open Saturdays next to Time Enough Books) (Allan's photo)

in the Wood Turnings shop (open Saturdays next to Time Enough Books) (Allan’s photo)

Hudson Gardens

Hudson Gardens

This new plant vendor will be there every other week (Rozanne and Darrel) (Allan's photo)

This new plant vendor will be there every other week. (Allan’s photo)

Darrel and Rozanne, Hudson Gardens (Allan's photo)

Darrel and Rozanne, Hudson Gardens (Allan’s photo)

Hudson Gardens fairy gardens

Hudson Gardens fairy gardens

Hudson Gardens

Hudson Gardens

Hudson Gardens

Hudson Gardens

Along with buying the usual Saturday treat, I arranged with Maddie of Pink Poppy to make Melissa's birthday cake for Monday.

Along with buying the usual Saturday treat, I arranged with Maddie of Pink Poppy to make Melissa’s birthday cake for Monday.

Pink Poppy's Madeline Moore (Allan's photo)

Pink Poppy’s Madeline Moore (Allan’s photo)

Maddie's spouse, Jacob, makes these.

Maddie’s spouse, Jacob, makes these. The nigella were grown in a hoop house.

more plants (Allan's photo)

more plants (Allan’s photo)

This year's Peninsula Quilt Guild raffle quilt.

This year’s Peninsula Quilt Guild raffle quilt.

evidence of delightful rain

evidence of delightful rain

A Sea Breeze Charters had just unloaded its fish and its happy customers.

A Sea Breeze Charters had just unloaded its fish and its happy customers. (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

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more plants for sale (Allan's photo)

more plants for sale (Allan’s photo)

The canneries are bustling.  (Allan's photo)

The canneries are bustling. (Allan’s photo)

asparagus and greens at De Asis Produce (Allan's photo)

asparagus and greens at De Asis Produce (Allan’s photo)

We like the little Port of Ilwaco truck.  (Allan's photo)

We like the little Port of Ilwaco truck. (Allan’s photo)

a passerby at the Craft 3 Bank garden (We care for the curbside garden only there.)

a passerby at the Craft 3 Bank garden (We care for the curbside garden only there.)

Ilwaco Gardening

pulled a few little weeds from this Howerton Ave curbside garden that we call the driveover garden (between two driveways)

pulled a few little weeds from this Howerton Ave curbside garden that we call the driveover garden (between two driveways)

Today was not the day to weed the curbside gardens; I was focused on getting cosmos into the boatyard garden and trailing plants into the Ilwaco planters.  Despite the rain, each planting hole in the boatyard garden was dry underneath the surface and had to have a dipper of water poured into it.

sweeping up after an hour and a half of planting and weeding at the boatyard

sweeping up after an hour and a half of planting and weeding at the boatyard

achillea and Geranium 'Rozanne'

achillea and Geranium ‘Rozanne’

a local and his wee dog, Minnie

a local and his wee dog, Minnie

I got to say hi to Minnie several times as she and her guy walked back and forth fetching things for their boat.

I got to say hi to Minnie several times as she and her guy walked back and forth fetching things for their home.

poppies seeded into the lawn at the south end of the garden

poppies seeded into the lawn at the south end of the garden

I found this giant dandelion in the gravel inside the boatyard gate.

I found this giant dandelion in the gravel inside the boatyard gate.

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

planting

planting

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allium albopilosum (Allan's photo)

Allium albopilosum (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Next, we planted cosmos in our volunteer garden at the Ilwaco Post Office, which took almost as long as planting at the boatyard.

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planting

Ilwaco post office garden

Ilwaco post office garden

post office garden

post office garden

The grey, faintly misty day kept the California poppies closed (Allan's photo)

The grey, faintly misty day kept the California poppies closed (Allan’s photo)

new plants in the post office planter

new plants in the post office planter

We watered the Ilwaco planters and added plants to many.

Someone, not me, stuck lilies in this planter.  Sweet, but the dying foliage will not be good so they will get moved to under a street tree once they have flowered.

Someone, not me, stuck lilies in this planter. Sweet, but the dying foliage will not be good so they will get moved to under a street tree once they have flowered.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

At the last minute, I had pulled some red diascias for the Red Barn Arena garden from the tray of available trailies, so I ran out by the last two planters.

This one still has a hole where someone stole a lemon thyme last week...and I'm out of plants for today.

This one still has a hole where someone stole a lemon thyme last week…and I’m out of plants for today.

With all the Ilwaco planting accomplished, we had time to celebrate the end of our six day week.

Salt Hotel Pub

We had removed a few tatty, woody old Erysimums from the planters and Allan suggested we give the flowers to Laila.

another bouquet for Salt

another bouquet for Salt

on the second floor: Laila got some new plants.

on the second floor: Laila got some new plants.

taking pictures of the view

taking pictures of the view

margarita time

margarita time

crab hush puppies (Allan's photo)

crab hush puppies (Allan’s photo)

crab mac and cheese and tuna melt (Allan's photo)

crab mac and cheese and tuna melt (Allan’s photo)

best tuna melts ever

best tuna melts ever

On this grey evening, I hope for more rain.

On this grey evening, I hope for more rain.

Our nice clean van was marked with dirt from everywhere I touched it on this planting day.

Our nice clean van was marked with dirt from everywhere I touched it on this planting day.

Feeling extraordinarily tired, I resolved to take Sunday and Monday off even if it resulted in a frantic rush later in the week.  My own garden sorely needs attention.

at home: Planting Time on the work board is getting whittled down.

at home: Planting Time on the work board is getting whittled down.  I remembered I still need plants for the Veterans Field planters in LB.

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1997 (age 73):

May 14:  Brought the spring bulbs, dahlias etc from shop to porch, made labels, etc.  Should be planted ASAP.  Weeded more in lower driveway.

1998 (age 74):

May 14:  Errand day—Tims for a birthday card for Robert [her son in law, my spouse at the time], post office, and QFC.

 

 

 

 

 

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