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Monday, 17 August 2015

by our driveway: Nicotiana 'Hot Chocolate'

by our driveway: Nicotiana ‘Hot Chocolate’

Long Beach

Today was the watering of the Long Beach planters and street trees, which went well.

Silver-edged Sanguisorba 'Dali Marble' looks good in Fifth Street Park in a spot with lots of water.

Silver-edged Sanguisorba ‘Dali Marble’ looks good in Fifth Street Park in a spot with lots of water.


a sweet little bird on Sedum 'Autumn Joy' in Fifth Street Park

a sweet little bird on Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ in Fifth Street Park

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Tigridia in a planter

Tigridia in a planter


Tigridia and Geranium 'Rozanne'

Tigridia and Geranium ‘Rozanne’ and painted sage


Allan's photo of a planter in the north blocks

Allan’s photo of a planter in the north blocks

It was the first day of the annual kite festival; Allan got this photo looking west while watering Fish Alley.

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Allan had commented last watering day, when he did the south end planters, that all the trailing nasturtiums had been cut back from the planter at 7th Street.  Yes, they have!

They were all down to the street.

They were all down to the street.  Who did this?

This is an odd whodunit, because parks manager Mike likes things that trail.  I am mystified.  It was too tidily done to be deer.  Hrmph.

Gaura lindhiemeri 'Whirling Butterflies' on the east side of Fifth Street Park.

Gaura lindhiemeri ‘Whirling Butterflies’ on the east side of Fifth Street Park.


Salvia viridis (painted sage) is just about to the point of needing lots of deadheading.

Salvia viridis (painted sage) is just about to the point of needing lots of deadheading.


The white painted sage starts to brown off first; if clipped, it will have smaller blooms lower down.

The white painted sage starts to brown off first; if clipped, it will have smaller blooms lower down.


The colour is from bracts, not flowers.

The colour is from bracts, not flowers.


Salvia viridis bracts

Salvia viridis bracts


The flowers are just these little white ones.

The flowers are just these little white ones.


The Long Beach carousel

The Long Beach carousel; I enjoy the carousel music.


carousel mirror

carousel mirror

Round about this time, Allan and I crossed paths on our watering rounds.  (On Mondays, he does the 18 street trees, Fish Alley barrels, and the eight northernmost planters.)  We decided to try out the Kebab House.  We’d been eagerly waiting for it to open.

Kebab House behind Lewis and Clark Square

Kebab House behind Lewis and Clark Square


starter menu (more items to come, we hear)

starter menu (more items to come, we hear)


ordering

ordering


the view from our table

the view from our table


chicken kebab with saffron rice and cucumber sauce

chicken kebab with saffron rice and cucumber sauce


Allan's sandwich on a tortilla. (Pita bread is hard to find in these parts!)

Allan’s sandwich on a tortilla. (Pita bread is hard to find in these parts!)

It was all delicious and we will be eating there again soon.

Back to watering: I found one of the brand new statice plants pulled out and left to die in the big Lewis and Clark Square planter.  THIS time, I found it in time to replant it before it wilted and died.

SAVED just in the nick of time.

Yanked out but SAVED just in the nick of time.


Allan's photo: cute dog downtown

Allan’s photo: cute dog downtown


Allan's photo, with street tree garden

Allan’s photo, with street tree garden

When I reached the stoplight and looked west to enjoy the view of the first day of kite festival is when I got agitated, because a booth close to the arch was flying a large confederate flag that I could see from three block away, a hateful symbol that would be in any photo taken looking west through the Long Beach arch.  I was incensed and walked right to city hall (a block away) to ask if something could be done to move it away from the arch.  I ended up just leaving a message for someone high up and went on my watering round, steaming.

My objection was to the flag flying where it would be right in tourists’ faces and in photos of the arch from certain angles, some of which would perhaps get onto the internet with the Long Beach arch and a confed flag in the same photo.  When people fly that flag on their homes, I assume they are history-ignorant at best and deliberately racist at worst, and walk on. If it had been flying on a booth in the middle of the concourse but not in full upfront view, I would have been sickened but walked on. The issue here, just as when a hotel was flying it downtown, was that in such a visible spot, it could be hurtful and hateful to visitors and residents, and gives the wrong impression of our town.

Watering again, I was soothed by this charming little band that was playing by a street tree.  Jeez Louise by name, they were excellent.  One musician played a saw; I wished I’d worked harder to get a photo showing that.  I do love a good saw tune.  I gave them a dollar, so I could have taken more photos.

Geez Louise

Jeez Louise

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from behind one of the Long Beach chopsticks

from behind one of the Long Beach chopsticks

I guess I had better explain the chopsticks:

screenshot from Roadside America

screenshot from Roadside America

I needed to go out to the last booth on the Bolstad beach approach to get a kite festival t-shirt for Carol, my traditional yearly gift for her birthday.  But I did not want to walk past that sickening confederate flag, so Allan and I walked out the fire road.  I was hot, it was sandy, I was agitated, my knee hurt, I was dizzy, etc etc.

a long haul on sand

Looking west:  a long haul on a sandy fire lane


Allan's photo: grumpy old me on the fire road

Allan’s photo: grumpy old me on the fire road


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I got the t shirt and decided (mostly because of being hot and mildy dizzy) that we could walk back by the paved road (the one by which our garden runs).

Allan's photo, heading back

Allan’s photo, heading back


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I thought I could avert my eyes as long as I did not have to see the darn flag as a backdrop to the arch, but wouldn’t you know, my feets took me right over to the booth to complain to the boothies. I just could not help it.  (I did not realize that Allan was documenting my journey; it tickles my funnybone that he did.)

Allan's photo: me trying to explain why I did not want tourists taking photos of the arch with a confederate flag in the background

Allan’s photo: me trying to explain why I did not want the flag placed so visibly

I told them (almost in tears once I began) that I did not want their controversial (to some; I feel no controversy about loathing it) flag flying in photos of the arch and kites this week.  They said “It should never have been taken down in the south”.  I gave up on that conversation.

I went back to city hall, complained some more, to receptive ears as we are a “blue” (liberal) area of the county.  My issue was that it was so visible and front and center in views of the arch and from the adjacent hotel.  (By the way, we were off the work clock for all this agitation time.)

Allan's photo: me being grumpy at city hall

Allan’s photo: me being grumpy at city hall

The city could do nothing, so my next kvetching stop was the kite museum at the other end of town, where I left a note for the director after having a sympathetic ear from the shop clerk.  Meanwhile, two friends had also gone down to complain to the boothies, to similar no avail.  One did feel she had given them something to think about when she told them she was going to send the Seahawks football team photos of their Seahawks flags flying on the same pole as the confederate flag.

I took no photos of the flag showing its prominent position because I did not want to post any such photo anywhere where it could be passed around and made to look like the flag had any association with my beloved Long beach town.  A friend went down and took a selfie of herself wearing one of the same booth’s “God is Not Dead” baseball caps with a backdrop of their confed flag and the Seahawks flag.  It was rich in irony.   Someone else proposed the good idea that a whole bunch of other banners could be somehow mounted to be between the confed flag and the iconic Long Beach arch.

We then had to go water in Ilwaco.  While I watered the boatyard (and Allan watered the planters), the tune from The Wizard of Oz ran through my head with these words about how I felt when I first saw that flag flying today: My brain began to twitch, my nerves unhitched, and I went right to city hall and bitched bitched bitched.

The happy ending is that when I got home, I learned that the high-ups in the kite festival had got those boothies to take the flag down for the rest of the week.  I felt so relieved.

Ilwaco

Oh, and I did take some photos while I did a weed check up on the planters and watered the boatyard.

planter on Spruce Street

planter on Spruce Street


volunteer daises in a planter

volunteer daises in a planter


The Col-Pacific Motel's own planters

The Col-Pacific Motel’s own planters


The Portside Café's baskets and sunflowers

The Portside Café’s baskets and sunflowers


Portside Café

Portside Café


at the boatyard garden: Someone had pulled out a large catananche (cupid's dart). Dang blang it.

at the boatyard garden: Someone had pulled out a large catananche (cupid’s dart). Dang blang it.

The hoses at the boatyard were not in convenient places today, involving much dragging and screwing and unscrewing onto faucets.  Oh well.  I just thought about how much harder work would be if I were crab fishing on the Bering Sea instead.

sweet pea 'Black Knight' on the boatyard fence

sweet pea ‘Black Knight’ on the boatyard fence


a big new boat

a big new boat

It was a mighty relief to get home to good news about the flag situation.  That will make tomorrow a much better day.

It's also a good day when Allan makes peach cobbler from Saturday Market peaches.

It’s also a good day when Allan makes peach cobbler from Saturday Market peaches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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real time reminder:

The day that this post publishes is Edible Tour day.  See you there?

coming up August 9th

coming up August 9th

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Every year seems to have one day that drags on till dark and qualifies as the longest day, and today may have been it for 2015.

Copy editors:  I know I change tenses a lot.  I don’t mean to switch from past to present tense.  Sometimes, a work memory is so immediate that I switch to present tense as I relive it.

Ilwaco

Allan watered our volunteer garden at the Ilwaco Post Office garden while I watered my potted plants and ladies in waiting at home.

Allan's photo: someone is stripping the flowers off this lily at the post office, on a daily basis.

Allan’s photo: someone is stripping the flowers off this lily at the post office, on a daily basis.

Allan's photo: lily buds dropped on the ground.  The stripping is too thorough to be a deer.

Allan’s photo: lily buds dropped on the ground. The stripping is too thorough to be a deer.  You can see his  and the cameras shadow.

Allan's photo: It's grasshopper time

Allan’s photo: It’s grasshopper time.

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post office watering (Allan’s photo)

Nicotiana langsdorfii has been a champ in the garden this year, whether here in the drier front garden or in the more lush back garden.

at home: Nicotiana langsdorfii has been a champ in the garden this year, whether here in the drier front garden or in the more lush back garden.

Mary sees us off.

Mary sees us off.

I am sure she would rather I stay home, as she likes to be with me in the garden.

I am sure she would rather I stay home, as she likes to be with me in the garden.

I would rather like to have stayed home.

I would rather like to have stayed home.

on the way out of town: the planter by Queen La De Da's on Spruce Street.

on the way out of town: the planter by Queen La De Da’s on Spruce Street.

Jenna gives this one and the one across the street from her shop extra water, so it is thriving.  Too bad all the merchants don't do that for their adjacent planters...It would be so easy.  (The Portside Café does!)

Jenna gives this one and the one across the street from her shop extra water, so it is thriving. Too bad all the merchants don’t do that for their adjacent planters…It would be so easy.

A planter that gets watered daily does better than one that is watered every third day, which is what the city budget and our time allows.  Just sayin’….it’s not that hard to take a jug of water out to the planter by one’s business…or is that too much to wish for?  The Portside Café owners also give theirs extra care, and it shows.

The Planter Box

On the way north, we stopped at the Planter Box to get some new plants for the biggest Long Beach planter.  I was impressed with how lush the plants look; it is not easy at all to keep them all watered.

Planter Box: me and owner Theresa

Planter Box: me and co-owner Theresa; it’s a family business started by her dad and mom, who have almost retired.

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roses

roses

shades of gold

shades of gold

Rudbeckia 'Irish Eyes' (I had to buy one for me)

Rudbeckia ‘Irish Eyes’ (I had to buy one for me)

blue agastache (hyssop)

blue agastache (hyssop)

Eryngium 'Blue Hobbit'

Eryngium ‘Blue Hobbit’

Celosia 'Forest Fire'

Celosia ‘Forest Fire’

Allan's photo: snapdragons

Allan’s photo: snapdragons

With some plants acquired, we went onward to our first job.

Golden Sands Assisted Living

I hope that our four flower quadrants in the courtyard at Golden Sands remind residents of cottage gardens they once knew.

from the south hallway window

from the south hallway window

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SE quadrant

SE quadrant

NE quadrant

NE quadrant

dahlias

dahlias

oh, yay...have successfully grown sweet peas up my mom's Climbing Joseph's Coat roses.

oh, yay…have successfully grown sweet peas up my mom’s Climbing Joseph’s Coat roses.

dahlia

dahlia

NW quadrant

NW quadrant

SW quadrant

SW quadrant

just one third of the length of hallways that we traverse to the garden

just one third of the length of hallways that we traverse to the garden

This was actually a short day for the north end jobs, because we did not have Marilyn’s today; we do it every other week now. So we went straight from Golden Sands to…

Klipsan Beach Cottages

Photos taken after an hour of weeding and deadheading; Mary and Denny keep the gardens well watered.

Geranium 'Ann Folkard' drifting around

Geranium ‘Ann Folkard’ drifting around

Dierama (Angel's Fishing Rod)

Dierama (Angel’s Fishing Rod)

the straight path (made for easy wheelbarrow access) in the fenced garden

the straight path (made for easy wheelbarrow access) in the fenced garden

the weekly view SW across the birdbath

the weekly view SW across the birdbath

I wish I knew the names of Mary's roses.

I wish I knew the names of Mary’s roses.

Agapanthus

Agapanthus

Agapanthus (lily of the Nile)

Agapanthus (lily of the Nile)

Strobilanthes atropupurea...very hardy here, blooms late

Strobilanthes atropupurea…very hardy here, blooms later than this usually

Nicotiana langsdorfii

Nicotiana langsdorfii in front of lilies and Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’

lily

lily

Salvia viridis (painted sage)

Salvia viridis (painted sage)

We planted the Clematis 'Rooguchi' that we acquired at the Basket Case end of season sale.

We planted the Clematis ‘Rooguchi’ that we acquired at the Basket Case end of season sale.

daisies in the lawn border (outside the deer fence)

daisies in the lawn border (outside the deer fence)

It was a hot day.  The refreshing splash of the pond waterfalls helped.

It was a hot day. The refreshing splash of the pond waterfalls helped.  That’s a plastic fern hiding the pipes…good idea.

The A Frame deck: I often think it would be nice to be a guest here, sipping a glass of cold white wine and just chillaxin'.

The A Frame deck: I often think it would be nice to be a guest here, sipping a glass of cold white wine and just chillaxin’.

Long Beach

First, we went to the city works yard and got several buckets of Soil Energy mulch from my pile.  Allan took some to Fish Alley to top off the four barrels there.

Fish Alley, Allan's photo

Fish Alley, Allan’s photo

santolina and diascia, Fish Alley, Allan's photo

diascia and santolina, Fish Alley, Allan’s photo

At last, we took the crapulous old Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ out of the Lewis and Clark Square planter.

old and tired Erysimum

old and tired Erysimum

before

before

after; we had picked up some soil at LB city works to fill in.

after; we had picked up some soil at LB city works to fill in.  The white is sluggo, because we found lots of snails.

It did not look as great as I had pictured to I added two zinnias that I had bought for me.

It did not look as great as I had pictured so I added two zinnias that I had bought for me.

Because it did not end up looking as full and wonderful as I had imagined,  I wished I had brought more plants.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Next, we went to Oman Builders Supply to get some lumber for a home project which you will be reading about soon-ish.  It’s for an idea proposed by Pam of Seaside.  $200 plus of lumber later…  A worker there had brought her new puppy!

puppy was getting belly rubs

puppy was getting belly rubs

Ilwaco

A brief stop at home to unload lumber and pick up the water trailer battery and some hoses….

In the front garden, my Rose pteracantha was giving just the effect I wanted...

In the front garden, my Rose pteracantha was giving just the effect I wanted…

sunshine glowing through the thorns

sunshine glowing through the thorns

Even thought the foliage does not look impressive, I was thrilled to see a flower on one of my pineapple lilies.

Even thought the foliage does not look impressive, I was thrilled to see a flower on one of my pineapple lilies.

Mary probably thinks we are home for the evening.  (Allan's photo)

Mary probably thinks we are home for the evening. (Allan’s photo)

leaving home again...phooey

leaving home again…phooey

Allan did his usual hour and a half watering session of the Ilwaco trees and planters while I watered the boatyard garden.

watering from behind the fence (Allan's photo)

watering from behind the fence (Allan’s photo)

We have had no rain to speak of.  Across the street, birds were pecking at ice from one of the fish trucks.

We have had no rain to speak of. Across the street, birds were pecking at ice from one of the fish trucks.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo of a local fellow heading to the water.  (I bet Allan wished to be boating instead of watering.)

Allan’s photo of a local fellow heading back from paddling out in the Port of Ilwaco. (I bet Allan wished to be boating instead of watering.)

the usual obstacle course for boatyard watering

the usual obstacle course for boatyard watering

as always, interesting boats

as always, interesting boats

boatyard garden, looking north from the gate

boatyard garden, looking north from the gate

the south stretch of boatyard garden as I leave for further watering rounds

looking north at the whole length of boatyard garden as I leave for further watering rounds

looking east along Howerton

looking east along Howerton

looking northwest back at the boatyard

looking northwest back at the boatyard

My mission now was to water all of the Howerton Avenue gardens at which I have hose access: Time Enough Books, the port office and Nisbett Gallery gardens, and the Bruce Peterson gallery garden.

As i walk east, I ponder this scruffy little spot.  I decide to imperialize it by throwing a bunch of poppy seeds in here this fall.  If we get some rain...could be good next spring into early summer.

As I walk east, I ponder this scruffy little spot. I decide to imperialize it by throwing a bunch of poppy seeds in here this fall. If we get some rain…could be good next spring into early summer.

West end garden...too dry.

West end garden…suffering in the drought.  The most difficult one to water.

a soothing view while I unhook the port office hose to hook it up to a faucet closer to the Howerton gardens.

a soothing view while I unhook the port office hose to hook it up to a faucet closer to the Howerton gardens.

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As I water the gardens by the Nisbett Gallery, Don comes out to chat and tells me he has been watering them also, and he means absolutely drenching them.  He unhooks the hose for me and hooks it back up at the port office, bless his heart.

thriving gardens by Nisbett Gallery and Port office, thanks to Don's extra watering.

thriving gardens by Nisbett Gallery and Port office, thanks to Don’s extra watering.

looking west along the Time Enough Books garden

looking west along the Time Enough Books garden, which has extra cool plants because we’ve been doing this one for years.  Sometimes bookstore owner Karla adds some extra water, too.

I show Don where someone snipped themselves a bouquet of lavender.  Do they think I won't notice?  I notice everything.  If everyone did that, there would be NO flowers left.

I show Don where someone snipped themselves a bouquet of lavender. Do they think I won’t notice? I notice everything. If everyone did that, there would be NO flowers left.

Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue' starting to fade

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ starting to fade

I love that I can flood these small beds with water and let them soak in.  Happy plants.

I love that I can flood these small beds with water and let them soak in. Happy plants.

Gaura lindheimeri 'Whirling Butterflies'

Gaura lindheimeri ‘Whirling Butterflies’

Allan, having finished the Ilwaco planter watering, is coming along after me.  His plan is to use a long series of hoses to water the gardens at the west end, and to also use it to water Salt Hotel’s curbside garden to pay them back for their water generosity.  They’ve been letting us use their hose and water to water two businesses other than their own.

Allan will water this one also.

Allan will water this one also.

I do a bit of trimming and weeding the garden above but I give it up and move on when a drunk guy who has hunkered down between two buildings starts yelling at me.  Not a pleasant working environment.

By now, I have realized Allan is having trouble because he is so far behind me.  I call him and he tells me what is going on:  Because the owners of the business close to the garden will not let us use their water, Allan is hooking up to a faucet at the docks, but wrestling with three hoses takes time.  Then he found that even three hoses was not long enough to reach, so he borrowed the Salt Hotel hose.  The Salt hose sprung a leak and he said he felt responsible because he has been using it to water for the last few weeks.  But the leak looked like the hose had been burned…but did he have to get them a new hose?  I said Oh my gawd I am too tired to even think about that, but if it looked burned, it was not our fault.  (He talked to Salt owner Laila and she agreed, but he still felt bad.)

Allan manages to get the hose all the way to the Salt garden.

Allan manages to get the hose all the way to the Salt garden.

Here’s how he did it:

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I leave him to his struggles and walk several storefronts to water the Peterson Gallery.  Then, even though I am so tired, I unhook the Peterson hose and haul it several storefront west to the bank, where I have found a faucet that I can use just to get enough water for their street trees, so they won’t die in this drought.  This will save Allan some time and I know he must be exhausted.

When he gets to the Pavilion, I water the garden there with his hoses while he takes the Peterson hose back to hook up to THEIR faucet.  I lack manual dexterity and am lousy at threading and unthreading hoses to faucets. I imagine how good the gardens could be if I could devote the time we now spend hose watering to garden design and care instead.

I am so tired, I can only imagine how tired Allan must be.  Fighting with four hoses is like being stuck in a nest of (nonvenomous) snakes.  I can’t help him water the east end garden, so I leave to walk three blocks to home.  (Using the water trailer would take him twice as long, because he has to wait for the tank to fill, and then wait for the water to pump back out of the tank onto a garden.)

Allan hauling hose back to the trailer, to drive down to the east end garden.

Allan hauling hose back to the trailer, to drive down to the east end garden.

By hooking up to the newly discovered (by us) dock faucet, Allan is able to give the east end garden a proper soaking for the first time this summer.  He had been hauling 20 or more five gallon buckets there once a week and tipping them out onto the garden.  (Picture also having to lift 20 heavy buckets of water out of the trailer.)

I walk home past “the lost garden”, thinking about how it once was carefully bordered with rocks, that now show because it has been strimmed.  The woman who created it is long dead, and the garden is gone.

the lost garden

the lost garden

home just before sunset.  Mary comes to greet me.

home just before sunset. Mary comes to greet me.

So does Smokey.

So does Smokey.

Allan gets home after dark.  Next time he will take another length of our hose and he’ll know his routes and the lengths he needs, so it should go faster. Thus ends what I hope will be the longest workday…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 21 August 2014

I had hoped to get enough work done to see the handcrafted kite competition at the Kite Festival. So why did I schedule so many tasks before we got there? It just seemed proper to do the jobs in order, and besides, there was very little wind in the morning.

Ilwaco

First, we added some free begonias from The Basket Case to the vandalized and replanted Ilwaco planter.

and a lotus vine, thus adding some extra colour before the three remaining big tourism weekends.

and a lotus vine, thus adding some extra colour before the three remaining big tourism weekends.

One of the begonia colours coincidentally echoes the building colour across the street.

One of the begonia colours coincidentally echoes the building colour across the street.

When we did our compost bucket switch at Olde Towne Café, we were so pleased to see the Depot’s Nancy Gorshe and her mom, Marilyn of Marilyn’s garden.

Nancy and Marilyn out and about

Nancy and Marilyn out and about

Luanne's container garden

Luanne’s container garden

The Depot Restaurant

The Depot garden

The Depot garden

I realized today that half of the cosmos are lush and yet not blooming.

I realized today that half of the cosmos are lush and yet not blooming.

Solidago 'Fireworks' (goldenrod) just about to flower

Solidago ‘Fireworks’ (goldenrod) just about to flower

Persicaria 'Firetail', a favourite perennial of mine

Persicaria ‘Firetail’, a favourite perennial of mine

Agyranthemum 'Butterfly' after a good deadheading

Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’ after a good deadheading

windowboxes and barrels on the north side are by Nancy Aust of the Basket Case Greenhouse.

windowboxes and barrels on the north side are by Nancy Aust of the Basket Case Greenhouse.

The rosemary on the south side of the deck are finally thriving, having responded well to a dose of Dr Earth all purpose fertilizer.

Chef Michael's herb garden

Chef Michael’s herb garden

Kite Festival

Even though it would have been next in consecutive order, we skipped the Long Beach welcome sign in order to get to the kite festival in time to see the Water Creatures in the Sky mass ascension. Although it was not to be, as there was so little wind, we did see some sights that made the walk well worthwhile.

Pink Poppy Bakery, set up outside with liquid refreshments by Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm;

Pink Poppy Bakery, set up outside with liquid refreshments by Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm

We saw  passersby wondering over the rose hips in the beach approach garden

We saw passersby wondering over the rose hips in the beach approach garden.

a very few roses still hanging on.  Many people ask us what the rose hips are.

a very few roses still hanging on. Many people ask us what the rose hips are.

the source of Vitamin C rich rose hip tea

the source of Vitamin C rich rose hip tea

The rugosa roses can stand up to kite festival foot traffic as the prettier and more delicate garden of yore could not.

path worn through

path worn through because of booths on both sides of the street

at the end of the garden, nice amenities for dogs

at the end of the garden, nice amenities for dogs

out on the sand, a photo being taken...

out on the sand, a photo being taken…

of this

of this

Some frogs were flying; you can see on the sand that there was not enough wind to get the kitty kite in the air.

Some frogs were flying; you can see on the sand that there was not enough wind to get the kitty kite in the air.

the cat kites in 2009.  Later in this week, there was enough wind to launch them.

the cat kites in 2009. Later in this week, there was enough wind to launch them.

banners in the sand

banners in the sand

One of my favourite events at the kite festival is on Saturday afternoon when festival participants parade down the boardwalk holding their banners in the Parade of Colours. I would miss that this year as I was so much longing for a weekend at home.

Parade of Colours over the sand in 2010

Parade of Colours over the sand in 2010

and in 2009

and in 2009

Our work schedule did not allow us to wait around to see the handcrafted kites in the air (as it seemed from the announcements that the event might have been delayed due to no wind earlier).

quilt kites on the ground

quilt kites on the ground

I mostly hobbled around with my cane just off the hardpacked road, while Allan made it all the way down to the water’s edge.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

looking south toward North Head

looking south toward North Head (Allan’s photo)

Fishing is HOT this summer.  Nine boats on the horizon.  (Allan's photo)

Fishing is HOT this summer. Nine boats on the horizon. (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan saw a handsome display with the likeness of extraordinary multiple kite flyer Ray Bethell. I had seen on Facebook that he is using a cane this year; he is 86 years old.

Ray Bethell banners

Ray Bethell banners (Allan’s photo)

Here he is in 2009 flying a kite with each hand and one off his hip.

Here he is in 2009 flying a kite with each hand and one off his hip.

I felt poignant all day about Ray, and later I heard that he did fly two kites later in the week.

You can see some videos of him here.

Near the event field, I saw this banner created by a fan of his.

Ray and a fan

Ray and a fan; he is beloved.

We had to get back to work…

Kite Festival booths on the beach approach, as we head back to town

Kite Festival booths on the beach approach, as we head back to town (Allan’s photo)

Our next work stop was Erin’s garden. We could see the kites off in the distance.

Erin’s garden

looking south

looking south

Cosmos and Kites

Cosmos and Kites

The new garden bed at Erin’s has come out fairly well except for a bare area at the west end. My solution will be a drift of silver santolina made from cuttings (stuck right into the ground) this fall. A river of Geranium ‘Rozanne’ would be awesome, too, although I would have to buy those somewhere and they would need a lot of water and deer might nibble them.

mysterious empty spot

mysterious empty spot

looks better closer in

looks better closer in

In some areas, California poppies grew well (just not in that bare spot).

In some areas, California poppies grew well (just not in that bare spot).

pink ones

‘Thai Pink Champagne’

'Buttercream'

‘Buttercream’

probably 'Red Chief'

probably ‘Red Chief’

bud

poppies2

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probably 'Rose Chiffon'

probably ‘Rose Chiffon’

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and a great, tall feathery poppy

and a great, tall feathery poppy

Erin has a friend helping in the garden and they have done a good job in the back courtyard.

back courtyard with three new Knautia 'Thunder and Lightning'

back courtyard with three new Knautia ‘Thunder and Lightning’

Anchorage Cottages

At the Anchorage, we were greeted by my good friend Mitzu.

mitzu

mitzu2

mitzu3

lots of deadheading to do in the containers

lots of deadheading to do in the containers: Salvia ‘Victoria Blue’ and Salvia viridis (painted sage)

the windowboxes are pretty much self-cleaning

the windowboxes are pretty much self-cleaning

I'm going to get me some of this persicaria in the fall for my garden and for an edger at Larry and Robert's garden.

I’m going to get me some of this Persicaria ‘Dimity’ in the fall for my garden and for an edger at Larry and Robert’s garden.

Long Beach

We circled back to the Long Beach welcome sign, just where Seaview turns into Long Beach, for the dreaded deadheading of hundreds of yellow daisies on Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’.

before

before

after

after

What the heck?! One of the bidens along the edge is missing, leaving a hole.

What the heck?! One of the bidens along the edge is missing, leaving a hole.

the whole view, with a gap of a missing plant; did they think I would not notice??

the whole view, with a gap of a missing plant; did they think I would not notice??

Cosmos 'Happy Ring' doing very well in the welcome sign garden.

Cosmos ‘Happy Ring’ doing very well in the welcome sign garden.

Back to downtown Long Beach to water the planters. We parked near Veterans Field where we heard drumming and found a troupe of Korean drummers and dancers on the stage.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

dancer

drummers

 

The Veterans Field garden mostly white now with Gaura.

The Veterans Field garden mostly white now with Gaura.

just a little blue and red(dish)

just a little blue and red(dish)

After nitpicking little lawn grass sprouts out of the Vet Field garden, we left there to water the street planters just in time, as I looked back and saw the dancers down in the audience hauling citizens up to the stage! No photos of the planter watering as I was just tired.

After the planters, we weeded and deadheaded in Fifth Street Park.

After the planters, we weeded and deadheaded in Fifth Street Park.

Much as I love Baptisia australis, the one in this garden has gotten so large, and has such a short period of bloom, that I think it has to be removed.

too big and just too plain green

too big and just too plain green

During this and the previous water session this week, we got many compliments about how exceptionally pretty the town looks with all its flowers, not only the parks and planters but also the many hanging baskets created by Nancy Aust at Basket Case Greenhouse.

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Nancy’s baskets on the restroom building, Fifth Street Park

On the other side of the street, while Allan pulled some bindweed from behind the fence, I sat on a bench and had a pleasant view of the waterfall pond.

a sit down view that I have never seen before!  Backed with Darmera peltata (with Gunnera on the right, small as it was beaten down by a hard winter)

a sit down view that I have never seen before! Backed with Darmera peltata (with Gunnera on the right, small as it was beaten down by a hard winter)

beautifully reflective

beautifully reflective

Cove Restaurant

I had been looking forward all day to our weekly reward at the Cove Restaurant.

Allan's photo, art by our friend Don Nisbett

Allan’s photo, art by our friend Don Nisbett

the entry garden, Allan's photo

the entry garden, Allan’s photo

Parking Lot Cat (who despite his name, has a cushy life)

Parking Lot Cat (who despite his name, has a cushy life)

He wanted to come in but was shooed out per health rules.

He wanted to come in but was shooed out per health rules.

Chef Jason's strawberry salad

We dined on Chef Jason’s strawberry salad

ahi tuna, a fish taco and a Vortex beer went down a treat.

Ahi tuna, a fish taco and a Vortex beer went down a treat.

An outside diner got the company of Parking Lot Cat who sat in the chair through the whole meal.

An outside diner got the company of Parking Lot Cat who sat in the chair through the whole meal.

Next, we are planning on a three day weekend (except for Allan watering Ilwaco) and perhaps, if it is not too hot and dry so that we can put off watering Long Beach till Tuesday, a four day weekend. My goal is to not leave the property.

 

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Monday, 11 August 2014

Watering the Long Beach planters and a short weeding session at Jo’s were our priorities for Monday.

Jo’s Garden

Jo's garden, east wall of house

Jo’s garden, northeast corner of house

We gave Jo’s garden a quick tidy. She desired a clean up before company next week (for kite festival) but I asked to break it down into two sessions, as a big clean up right before an event tends to leave a garden looking battered.

looking west across the center patio

looking west across the center patio; Persicaria ‘Firetail’ to the right

looking east to the guest cottage and the way out

looking east to the guest cottage and the way out

Jo had bought four new plants to fill in where Allan had removed a big fern last week.

Jo had bought four new plants to fill in where Allan had removed a big fern last week.

Next Tuesday we will return and make the garden look spiffing in every detail, as much as is possible in mid August.


 

Long Beach

I felt that we had left the planters one day too long. The last time we had watered was Wednesday and there had been so much wind. Nothing had died…fortunately. And I certainly had not wanted to water over the weekend.

A member of the crew was watering the hanging baskets. This is a part of their job that we had not seen before; usually it gets done earlier in the day. On this particular day, the crew had spent the morning cleaning up some sort of bear rampage in one of the parks and on the beach approach, with garbage strewn all over.

how the hanging baskets get watered

how the hanging baskets get watered

Speaking of watering, if you ever drive by and see me looking really grumpy by one of the planters, it is either from finger blight or hose problems like this:

The hose end gets all flat from being twisted around plants...

The hose end gets all flat from being twisted around plants…

leading to just a sad trickle of water and much hose adjusting.

leading to just a sad trickle of water and much hose adjusting to get an adequate flow.

I did the north end of town this time which meant I could stop briefly into my favourite shop, NIVA green, while the water ran in the planter outside.

license plate birdhouses in NIVA green

license plate birdhouses in NIVA green

and clever use of a rake

and clever use of a rake

The town was bustling with tourists.

Streetside Taco (Allan's photo)

Streetside Taco (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo; I would have loved tacos, but it was too busy of a day to take that kind of break.

Allan's photo with silver santolina and blue painted sage

Allan’s photo with silver santolina and blue painted sage

Allan's photo, happy tourists

Allan’s photo, happy tourists


Ilwaco

While Allan watered the planters, I weeded along part of the boatyard garden for two hours.

in the boatyard

in the boatyard

He left the trailer, but my knee hurt and it became a long walk so I just made a mess on the sidewalk.

He left the trailer, but my knee hurt and it became a long walk so I just made a mess on the sidewalk after awhile.

I love the 'Hopley's Purple' oregano.

I love the ‘Hopley’s Purple’ oregano.

still some California poppies

still some California poppies

Meanwhile, as Allan watered the planters:

He found that one of the two that were vandalized last week had its Erysimum 'Bowles Mauve' completely stolen.

He found that one of the two that were vandalized last week had its Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ completely stolen.

In better news: spectacular flowering at city hall, albeit lopsided (due to a broken off nasturtium)

In better news: spectacular flowering at city hall, albeit lopsided (due to a broken off nasturtium)

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Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly’, painted sage, nasturtium

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white painted sage (Salvia viridis)

white painted sage (Salvia viridis) after deadheading browning off stems

I had asked Allan to photograph the city hall planters, and he certainly obliged.

I had asked Allan to photograph the city hall planters, and he certainly obliged.

Ilwaco City Hall

Ilwaco City Hall

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Allan arrived back at the boatyard to find me making that big mess.

me weeding and tossing

me weeding and tossing

I did not quite get done with this section. It did not matter as we had a big Ilwaco weeding day planned for Tuesday.


 

When we got home, Rudder and Yarrow were lying by the curb next door. Yarrow barked a bit; no amount of sweet talking would get Rudder to get up and come over for petting.

Rudder playing hard to get.

Rudder playing hard to get.

All Saturday afternoon and Sunday I had run sprinklers in the garden while I weeded; still, the ground is so dry.

The garden looks prematurely dry and autumnal.

The garden looks prematurely dry and autumnal.

While there had been little wind today (which would have made it a better evening for a campfire), in late evening a fog rolled in and it looked just delicious.

looking north from the living room

looking north from the living room

Our neighbours Jeff, a great fisherman, and Mary gave us some fresh caught tuna…Oh my….Allan made a beautiful meal out of it.

If it were not for Allan cooking dinner, there might not be any blog!

If it were not for Allan cooking dinner, there might not be any blog!

 

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Wednesday, 6 August 2014

First, a project in our garden:

Allan dug out the old white rose that I had clipped yesterday evening.

Allan dug out the old white rose that I had clipped yesterday evening.

all dug out! (we hope)

all dug out! (we hope)

I think this is a pink phlox of some sort, deer resistant (or so I have found in unfenced garden)

I think this is a pink phlox of some sort, deer resistant (or so I have found in unfenced garden)

a stunning rose; this winter I am going to figure out which roses I have!

a stunning rose; this winter I am going to figure out which roses I have by looking at old order lists.

Our workday began, as it does every three days or so, with the compost bucket switch at Olde Towne Café just north of the Ilwaco stoplight. Luanne had moved the couch and coffee table and I think the new arrangement looks ideal for introverts. We had no time to linger there as much work had to be done.

I would like this spot better than when the couch faced the room.

I would like this spot better than when the couch faced the room.

Before we could really get to work, we ran the load of rose canes and roots over to the dump; it was too mean and not something we wanted to inflict on the debris pile at Peninsula Landscape Supply. Then….

Long Beach

Watering the planters takes longer now because of a lot of deadheading. Some of the painted sage is just a tad past its prime:

Painted sage comes in pink, white, and blue.

Painted sage comes in pink, white, and blue. The colour comes from bracts; the flowers a tiny white things.

Some stems are almost done flowering.

Some stems are almost done flowering.

So I cut those stems down to a junction with two small flower buds for a less spectacular later bloom.

So I cut those stems down to a junction with two small flower buds for a less spectacular later bloom.

cute pots outside The Wooden Horse gift shop

cute pots outside The Wooden Horse gift shop

I can see these paintings somewhere on my house...

I can see these paintings somewhere on my house…

While I watered, a Summerfest musician entertained me (and all passersby); he was good.

While I watered, a Summerfest musician entertained me (and all passersby); he was good.

I got a little teary when he sang Mr. Bojangles as it reminds me of my ex “who drinks a bit” but has many talents. And since I am publishing two weeks behind because of garden tour posts, I can add that ever since that day, these lines have made me misty eyed daily: “He spoke through tears of fifteen years how his dog and him traveled about. The dog up and died, up and died, and after twenty years he still grieves.” I read up a little bit about the song, Jerry Jeff Walker actually did meet an old man by that name in a jail cell. When the man told the story about his dog, the mood became so heavy that the cellmates ask the old man to dance.

planter, re-done this year (reclaimed from Crocosmia 'Lucifer), by Campiche Gallery

planter, re-done this year (reclaimed from Crocosmia ‘Lucifer), by Campiche Gallery

a good planter by Paws by the Sea

a good planter by Paws by the Sea

The planter above is a challenge as a former volunteer planted full sized shrubs: two Escallonia ‘Pink Princess’ and a ‘Rosy Glow’ barberry. Cutting them to the “ground” every year seems to work although that leads to an awkward ugly stage for awhile in springtime.

Also a would-be enormous golden Eounymous...sigh...

Also a would-be enormous golden Euonymous…sigh…

in front of Home at the Beach

planter in front of Home at the Beach with nasturtium and Salvia patens

Fuchsia in planter by Wind World Kites (Allan's photo); the kite guy likes the Crocosmia 'Lucifer' so it stays in this one.

Fuchsia in planter by Wind World Kites (Allan’s photo); the kite guy likes the Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ so it stays in this one.

Meanwhile, Allan watered the trees and turned on the soaker hoses on the Sid Snyder Drive planters, where he fixed a major leak.

No wonder this planter was not doing well!

No wonder this planter was not doing well!

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fixed

fixed

I much prefer the hand watering on the main street to these soaker hoses and wish Sid Snyder had quick connect faucet fittings. Soaker hoses never do get the planters evenly moist. I also think it is good to be able to spray the salt and dust off of the plants.

While watering the street trees and the planters on the northernmost block, Allan saw our old dark green two door Saturn; can you believe we worked for eight or nine years out of that little tiny thing??

It is so small I always felt I was going to be squashed like a bug!

It is so small I always felt I was going to be squashed like a bug!


I felt just…happy all day long. This happens fairly often with right livelihood.

home

In the evening, I weeded all down the west side fence, or most of it till I ran out of steam, and Allan dug out a sad Darmera peltata. On a roll in the home garden, I intend to get a yard of Soil Energy to fill in where that rose came out and will have enough for a few other spots as well.

sad, sad Darmera in a spot that was too dry.  (It started itself there.)

sad, sad Darmera in a spot that was too dry. (It started itself there.)

the former rose spot empty and waiting

the former rose spot empty and waiting

and some white lilies just coming on

and some white lilies just coming on

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Friday, 1 August 2014

The Depot Restaurant

Once a week, we must deadhead the cosmos and annuals at the Depot Restaurant in Seaview.

Depot: east wall of dining room

Depot: east wall of dining room

Resolved: the plant more lilies in this garden for fragrance in the evening as diners arrive.  Now there is only this one and one other.

Resolved: the plant more lilies in this garden for fragrance in the evening as diners arrive. Now there is only this one and one other.

Cosmos right up to the parking spots

Cosmos right up to the parking spots; the sprinkler system misses the first foot along the log, so we have to water that strip with the hose.

and the usual weekly view

and the usual weekly view

Eryngium 'Jade Frost'

Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’

Erin’s Garden

We had time today to add three Cosmos ‘Antiquity’, one verbena bonariensis, and one chocolate cosmos to the garden boat.

Looking at the photo, I think we should have pulled out the dry cosmos that had not gotten enough water...

Looking at the photo, I think we should have pulled out the dry cosmos that had not gotten enough water…

Yes, we should have...but then we would have needed more plants to fill in.

Yes, we should have…but then we would have needed more plants to fill in.

Long Beach

As the summer wears on, the deadheading of those Agyranthemums because more time consuming.

the welcome side

the welcome side

the thank you side

the thank you side

Next, the watering of all the Long Beach planters along the main street.  Today Allan watered the street trees and a few planters to the north end of town and I did all the rest.

Cute shops like The Wooden Horse provide eye candy along the sidewalk.

Cute shops like The Wooden Horse provide eye candy along the sidewalk.

I was tired of limping along so I stopped at my favourite shop, NIVA green, to buy an artistic cane made by Heather Ramsay.

at NIVA green, an outdoor chandelier by Heather

at NIVA green, an outdoor chandelier by Heather

It turns out that Heather’s shop assistant used to be the gardener for macabre writer William S Burroughs, in Kansas.  William S was a friend, at least through correpondence, of my delightful Seattle housemate of ten years. Wilum Hopfrog Pugmire.  Or so my aging memory recalls.  It all seemed kind of cosmic as I strolled out with my snazzy new cane.

The glimpse of the many wonders of NIVA green

The glimpse of the many wonders of NIVA green

the cane in question

the cane in question, golf club and glass doorknob

Long ago, in the early 80s, I read an interview with The Ramones in which Joey said he had claimed to collect glass doorknobs and then fans had inundated him with them.  Between thoughts of Wilum and of Joey, I had some reminiscing to do as I watered.  Having a cane was really helpful, so much so that my fear that I would leave it behind on a planter was unlikely, as I missed its comfort  the moment I stepped away from it.

that luscious planter in front of the smoke shop

that luscious planter in front of the smoke shop, viewed from the east side of the street as I work my way south.

the bench in front of Home at the Beach gift shop

the bench in front of Home at the Beach gift shop

Later, going north on the west side of the threet,  I got to the planter just south of the smoke shop and found a painted sage pulled out and left to die.  The smoke shop employees emerged when I got to that planter and told me theirs had been hit also; they were upset as they try to defend it from folks who pester the plants.

finger blight of the day

finger blight of the day

Boreas Inn

After the watering of Long Beach, we spent just a little time at the Boreas Inn at 6th North doing some weeding and deadheading.

A friend of Susie and Bill was doing some watering.

A friend of Susie and Bill was doing some watering.

Agastache and Eryngium

Agastache and Eryngium

looking east to the inn and hot tub room

looking east to the inn and hot tub room


 

On the way home, we got tacos to go from the new Streetside Taco shop in Long Beach…an early evening snack, as we eat dinner at around ten PM or later.

delicious

delicious

Now we would have two days off (except for Allan having to water the Ilwaco planters) and I had every intention of getting massive amounts of weeding done at home.

We heard later there was quite a sunset.  I was busy blogging.  I had finally finished writing about the last gardens on the Music in the Gardens tour and moved on to another sort of garden tour, the Pink Poppy wedding..  Kathleen Shaw was down to her cottage for the weekend and got a photo of the sunset which she shared with the next day.

looking west from Kathleen's cottage, a few miles north of Long Beach

looking west from Kathleen’s cottage, a few miles north of Long Beach, photo by Kathleen Shaw

 

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August 19, 2013

This post waxes political for a bit, so for pure gardening, move on to August 20!

We began our back to work day with the usual walk to the back garden to check on the greenhouse.  There was little time to goof off; after the hot weather of Sunday, much watering needed to be done at work.

Mary would have preferred I stay home.

Mary would have preferred I stay home.

front garden by the driveway, looking east, Sanguisorba

front garden by the driveway, looking east, Sanguisorba

looking east on the other side of grass path, front garden

looking east on the other side of grass path, front garden

Just down the block and across Pearl, we watered and deadheaded at Larry and Robert's.

Just down the block and across Pearl, we watered and deadheaded at Larry and Robert’s.

porch

porch

Echinacea 'Green Envy' by the Larry Robert porch

Echinacea ‘Green Envy’ by the Larry Robert porch

We need more rocks for their back garden but have been...goofing off!

We need more rocks for their back garden but have been…goofing off!

It’s handy working so close to home because we can stop by the house before heading out again.  As I was getting back into the van, I saw Tom and Judy waving from down the street.  Here they are, as I always say, just four doors down!

Tom and Judy

Tom and Judy

There is a little house between the Hornbuckle garden and Mary’s big hedge, and then there are the two shrubs at Nora’s house.

Tom and Judy started walking our way to go “cucumber farming”; our edible garden is so successful in the cuke department that we have plenty to share.

nice!

nice!

We departed for the watering of Long Beach.   In the parking lot there, I noticed another delight in our new van: a handy place for our water bottles.  This will be hidden by a plant shelf during annuals planting season.  (It might not be such a hellish season anymore with a large vehicle to work with.)

Then I saw an all too common sight

not nice!

not nice!

in Long Beach, by which I mean we see this a couple of times a month on our twice weekly parking in the big lots east of the main street: dropped diapers.  Yes, people change their babies, just drop the diapers on the parking lot and drive off.  The mind boggles.  The Long Beach city crew is the best around for keeping the town clean and picking up trash.  I am sure they see this all too often.

So we began the watering round of the 37 planters and 6 whiskey barrels and two stage planters.  We could not take any water out to the planters on Bolstadt because the beach approach was full of kite festival booths and closed to traffic.

The painted sage is starting to brown off, so one planter can take a good long time to deadhead.  One cuts down to the lower buds so that smaller flowers will appear later to keep the show going.

Salvia viridis (painted sage)

Salvia viridis (painted sage)

no longer at its best

no longer at its best

half an hour later

half an hour later

In the same planter, a cute little resident hopped out of the plants.

Pacific tree frog hiding by the bench

Pacific tree frog hiding by the bench

From this very planter, I had a view while working of something that repeatedly annoys and upsets me in Long Beach:  the confederate flag flying at a motel gift shop:

It hurts my eyes.

It hurts my eyes and my heart because I dislike the message it gives to the many people who drive into our pretty little tourist town.  To me it is a symbol of racism, a reaction that is, I believe, shared by many.  “According to the Southern Poverty Law Center, more than 500 extremist groups use the Southern Cross as one of their symbols.” [Read more: Confederate Flag Controversy | Infoplease.com http://www.infoplease.com/spot/confederate1.html#ixzz2dQLwX2bo]

When I first noticed this flag I talked to the young man who owns the motel, to no avail.  (A satisfactory conclusion to me would have been that he stopped flying it, or at least hung it instead on the front door of his motel which is set back half a block from the main street.)   I wanted to know why he would fly a flag that would be distressing to some tourists, especially when he knows full well that other shopkeepers and at least one city official have objected to its effect on the happy welcoming nature of our town.  It’s not like putting up a poster for, say, a political candidate about whom a passing tourist might disagree.   It’s a symbol with a long and upsetting history.  The conversation went in circles.  When I posted about it on my Facebook profile, I got the response from all but one friend (including some who grew up in the south) that it is a symbol of hatred and is disturbing, “chilling”, even “sickening” to see it in Long Beach.  One person felt it was harmless and a symbol of rebellion.

Months later, it still flies.  Some people may think it is not a confederate flag because it has a motorcycle on it.  (Might I add that my friend who goes by the internet moniker “Harley Lady” does not like this flag, Harley-fied as she may be!)  On this work Monday, I noticed something new:  small confederate flags also for sale outside his shop.

Where is the motorcycle on this one, buster?

Where is the motorcycle on this one?

I had to do some deep breathing to calm down and go back to gardening.  I plan my route on days when the motel shop is open so that I do not walk on that side of the street.  I don’t want that flag to brush above my head.

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Just know that there are some of who live, work or shop in Long Beach who don’t want a flag with racist and segregationist connotations to be part of the town we love. I know of another Long Beach shop that got some little confederate flags in a shipment of many little flags and would not display them.  (Thank you.)

So, having reached the south end of town, I headed back up, crossing the street to avoid the flagged gift shop.  Another time, I could feel my blood pressure surging as I walked by the shop; it was the day I was informed it was not really a confederate flag because of the motorcycle.  Fortunately, on that day I encountered an acquaintance who felt the same way as I about the flag, and who also had walking with him his daughter and her very cute new baby who cheered me up almost as much as a puppy would have!

Back to thoughts of gardening:

I still regret the Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ that I did not get around to cutting back by half in early June.

unpruned, it splays open

unpruned, it splays open

Pruned at the right time, it stays compact with smaller, later flowers.

Pruned at the right time, it stays compact with smaller, later flowers.

chrysanthemums; I love their sharp scent.

chrysanthemums; I love their sharp scent.

a classic and joyous Long Beach sight: tourists doing the frying pan photo

a classic and joyous Long Beach sight: tourists doing the frying pan photo

We finished our day watering the street trees and planters in Ilwaco.  Alongside an old abandoned building at the main intersection, I eyed the great big huge dandelions and…then realized I could be the one to pull them even though it is “not my job.”

I pulled, after this photo, but the roots are still under the building...

I pulled, after this photo, but the roots are still under the building…

Around the other corner of the building (which used to be occupied but needs some work to be safe to use), some blackberries defeated me because I was not gloved up to handle them.

SEP=Someone's Else's Problem

SEP=Someone’s Else’s Problem

Greenery is not as much of an eyesore for me as that danged flag…

Oh no, we were a day late watering Ilwaco planters and the Sanvitalia had wilted!

I knew from experience it would perk right up.

I knew from experience it would perk right up.

I have to admit that the tedium of bucket watering after filling 20 five gallon buckets does inspire us to try to time the watering to do it only every third day.  In hot weather, that is not enough.

Allan called me from two blocks away to let me know there was a puppy coming my way.  These nice people let me pet their pup, but I forgot to take a photo except for this one as they walked back to their boat (probably) from the grocery store.

pup!

pup! with the boatyard garden in the background

I am more determined every time I weed the street tree gardens to get rid of the brick edging, fill in with soil, and just keep the plants clipped back.  It is a bugger to weed around these bricks, and they are sunken and uneven.  (Not my job!)

They are horrible, labour intensive, and have got to go.

They are horrible, labour intensive, and have got to go.

Since then, I have sent to a message to a member of the parks commission to see if they can re-use the bricks in a park project.  (Waiting for a reply.)

In the boatyard garden, the wild, white, tall clover thingie has popped up here and there…with roots like iron.

It has a gorgeous bloom but would take over if I let it.

It has a gorgeous bloom but would take over if I let it.

boatyard garden, not very colourful today, looking south

boatyard garden, not very colourful today, looking south

looking north, loving the 'Hopley's Purple' oregano

looking north, loving the ‘Hopley’s Purple’ oregano

new flowers on just one of the Eryngium 'Sapphire Blue'!

new flowers on just one of the Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’!

But uh oh!!  Someone mowed the field of long grass where we traditionally dump wheelbarrows of debris from the boatyard garden.  (Shhhh….)

Now what?

Now what?

It was mowed once a few years ago and grew back….

We watered at Time Enough Books as well and admired a brand new sign.

Time Enough Books

Time Enough Books

The shop is named after the haunting Twilight Zone episode, Time Enough at Last.

At home, I got excited about the idea of a brand new project.  Ever since seeing the scree garden at the Vernon garden on the recent CASA garden tour,  I have wanted to find a spot for my very own scree garden. (Four “gardens” in one sentence!)   So how about ripping many of the plants out of this front section that looks great till about July and then peters out:

bored now

bored now

And what if I dug out all of the sod and replaced it with gravel in this entire section AND further back around the beds by Nora’s driveway AND the grass path running west to east in the front garden?  In other words, gravel all the paths outside the deer fence!

All this awful lawn could be gravel instead!

All this awful lawn could be gravel instead!

With great enthusiasm, I grabbed the half moon edger and cut a strip.  It was so hard!  Allan helped, but….

one measly strip cut

one measly strip cut

my big idea to cut enough each week to fill the garbage can, thus getting rid of the lawn by staycation time, came to a halt.  I think it needs to wait till the ground softens in rainy weather.  And I also had better remember that gravel might take more maintenance than just mowing the dried up lawn.  (But would look so great.)

Just after I had given up on filling the wheelie bin, Mary from three doors down and her friend Carrie came to tour the garden.  Carrie was so very enthusiastic and appreciative that it made a wonderful end to a long and varied day.

Mary and Carrie in the garden at dusk.

Mary and Carrie in the garden at dusk.

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Garden tour season inspires me to do a lot of slacking on actual work.  It will show up when I total the end of month profits!

We began the day at the Red Barn and Diane’s garden.  Diane and Larry’s dog Misty, a good friend of mine, could not wait to see us and came across the field to the barn.

Misty

Misty

a horse at the Red Barn

a horse at the Red Barn

We fertilized the containers by Diane’s porch…

porch planters

porch planters

I am happy with them and also with the garden by the entry drive.

with Stipa gigantea

with Stipa gigantea

I am not very happy with the street-side garden, especially when I compare it to Gene’s.  Larry has been doing a good job of watering.  It is mulched by the owners with cranberry mulch.  I feel it needs some dairy manure.  With a great big free pile of horse manure next door at the barn, that might feel like an excessive purchase, but I know from experience that horse manure brings in many weeds and therefore increases labour.

needs help!

needs help!

I’ll add more lavenders and santolina this fall….

Next, we skived off work and went to two of the gardens that would be on the edible tour in order to take enticing pre-tour photos for the Facebook page.

First we stopped at Kim and Andrea Patten’s garden on the bay.  Kim is the head of the Cranberry Research Station and Andrea has the Wholesome Hearth baked goods booth at the Columbia Pacific Farmers Market (in Long Beach on Fridays, 4-7 PM).

Patten garden

Patten garden

deer fenced

deer fenced Patten veg garden

shallots hanging on the porch

shallots hanging on the Patten porch

an amazing apple orchard

an amazing apple orchard at Patten garden

apples

apples, Patten garden

The owners were not there so I did not feel I should poke my nose around to the more private bay side of the garden.

Next we went way north on Sandridge almost to Oysterville to get some pre-tour photos at “Lavender And”, a small commercial lavender farm.  Again, the owner was not to be found so we did not go into the area around the home.

geometric lavender

geometric lavender at Lavender And

dramatic reflection

dramatic reflection

And then, a run of work working from north to south….

Marilyn's garden

Marilyn’s garden

Cosmos 'Cranberry Double Click'

Cosmos ‘Cranberry Double Click’

Knautia macedonica, Phygelius, Salvia viridis

Knautia macedonica, Phygelius, Salvia viridis at Marilyn’s

Cosmos 'Happy Ring' at Marilyn's

Cosmos ‘Happy Ring’ at Marilyn’s

Wiegardt Studio Gallery garden

Wiegardt Studio Gallery garden

lily at Wiegardt Gallery

lily at Wiegardt Gallery

Oman Builders Supply garden in Ocean Park

Oman Builders Supply garden in Ocean Park

We skipped Klipsan Beach Cottages for later in the week and headed all the way down to Long Beach to water the planters.  I had barely emerged from our car when I saw three boys picking dahlias from one of the planters.  “Hey! No picking!!” came my usual cry.  They shuffled a bit and one said “My mom’s getting married and we want to take her some flowers.”  That’s a touching story indeed.  I said, “Look, there are three of you, right?  Now imagine if every group of three people in town picked themselves a bouquet…How many flowers would be left?”  They shuffled some more.  I said “Congratulations to your mom, and you can give her what you have already picked, but don’t pick any more.”  One boy opened a plastic bag to put the flowers in…and there was half a bag more of flowers in there.  “So where did you get those?” I asked.  “Oh, not from the planters, from our own garden!” was the hasty reply.  Odd how the flowers looked exactly like the ones I had in planters further down the street.  I just sighed and moved on, as did they.

off to mom's wedding?

off to mom’s wedding? with a bag of flowers

Is there any point in even asking people to stop picking?  Perhaps it will sink in and save someone else’s flowers in the future.  Perhaps not.

the daily painted sage photo

the daily painted sage photo

Next: garden touring with the garden club: a Music in the Gardens tour reprise…

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I am only running 14 days behind on the blog now!!

August 1

We begin by watering and deadheading at Larry and Robert’s, just half a block east.

garden boat looking pretty good!

garden boat looking pretty good!

liking the look of the back entry

liking the look of the back entry

The fence to the back yard is not done and is stapled shut, and of the two of us only Allan is agile enough to climb over it to weed.

Next, we go east to the garden called Casa Pacifica, near the Wallicut River. As always, Dusty greets me.

my friend

my friend

I decide the entry needs an edge desperately. We don’t do much here because it will be in the way of a future home remodel. So tidying is all we can hope for.

before

before

after

after

In the back garden, I weed along the border atop the rock wall.

daisies and hydrangea in back garden

daisies and hydrangea in back garden

daylilies

daylilies

The garden gets pretty baked due to lack of well water, so I no longer attempt to add a lot to it…but what is already planted is tested and does pretty well.

As I work my way along the top of the rock wall (which unlike the one at Discovery Heights has one easy access point), I realize I am in a sort of nest of snakes.

two out of several

two out of several

You might envision much screaming but actually they just interest me. Now, if I were in a room with one large brown fluttering moth, then you would hear screaming.

They are non poisonous and they eat slugs.

They are non poisonous and they eat slugs.

snake

snake

and also a bee

and also a bee

slithering back to the hidey place

slithering back to the hidey place

Before leaving, I try to get a photo of the ever-shy Great Dane, Spook. Dusty, my shadow, has another idea.

spook

Perhaps I might like to throw a small piece of stick?

Perhaps I might like to throw a small piece of stick?

I won’t, because Dusty gets over excited and then nothing can happen but stick throwing. Instead, I take photos of some of the 12 whiskey barrels of plants.

by the driveway

by the driveway

with a volunteer daisy

with a volunteer daisy

another one

another one

As we leave, we see a very big thing in a tree. Could it be a nest?

way up high...what giant bird?

way up high…what giant bird?

To get to our next job, Allan wants to take the one lane road through a cranberry field area.

I think it is called Jim Road

I think it is called Jim Road

narrow

and it is very narrow

Jim

A driver of a car coming the other way gives us, rather an annoyed look as she pulls over to let us pass. I doubt many people other than cranberry people drive here.

Next, we do some weeding and deadheading at The Anchorage Cottages

two of four windowboxes at Anchorage

two of four windowboxes at Anchorage; why can’t the lobelia match? looks better on left one.

on the way south again, a cute dog waiting for its people

on the way south again, a cute dog waiting for its people

Now we are about to do a job I had muttered about for two days ever since Susie at the Boreas Inn asked us to fit it in. I had no idea at all how we would find the time for something extra, but we had managed to juggle jobs and I think a bit of rain had helped us delay watering Long Beach for just one day.

The job: To weed by a cottage just south of the Boreas, between the Boreas and Jo’s garden in fact. We had last weeded this tiny garden literally years ago. It is not at all part of our regular route.

I had tried to fob it off on our friend Ed Strange (Strange Landscaping) who mows the lawn there. He also shows up to have a look and sympathize.

Ed and his ice cream

Ed and his ice cream

He most certainly did not want to do it, and is thrilled to hear we are going to take it on.

He leaves us to our misery with a few sympathetic words.

He leaves us to our misery with a few sympathetic words.

the Yett job

the Yett job, before

I work on it for half an hour, pruning the ferns. I can’t get into that tall grass for fear my eye will swell shut again like it did the night before the Gearhart tour!

after half an hour (one person-hour of work)

after half an hour (one person-hour of work)

front, before and after

done

done

Meanwhile, I have done a lot of weeding and deadheading over at the pretty Boreas Inn garden.

Boreas Inn entry courtyard

Boreas Inn entry courtyard

Boreas west side garden

Boreas west side garden with hot tub hut

Lobelia tupa in bud!

Lobelia tupa in bud!

west garden bed

west garden bed

eastward view toward inn

eastward view toward inn

Agastache 'Blue Fortune'

Agastache ‘Blue Fortune’

assorted cosmos

assorted cosmos

I like the way the flowers appear over the long grass as we depart at almost sunset.

I like the way the flowers appear over the long grass as we depart at almost sunset.

August 2

Leaving for work in the morning, I admire a little container in bloom containing a groundcover dogwood.

Cornus canadensis

Cornus canadensis

I’ve always found it hard to grow, and this happy patch of it reminds me of my friend Mary Fluaitt who gave it and other plants to me when she had to move away for health reasons.

For work, we water and deadhead the Long Beach planters…

straighter than this in real life

straighter than this in real life

And we re-do one of them by the Scoopers ice cream shop with some annuals from the Basket Case end of season sale.

re-done

re-done

I could no longer stand the tatty old daylily ‘Stella D’Oro’ that had been there since the days when the planters were done by volunteers.

I do not like Stella.

I do not like Stella.

We stop at the Columbia Pacific Farmers Market at Veterans Field (Fridays, 4-7 PM) to get some treats from Wholesome Hearth bakery and who do we encounter but Phil and Nancy Allen (she who organizes the Music in the Gardens tour and has become a good friend).

Phil with some beautiful farmers market flowers

Phil with some beautiful farmers market flowers

We find time to deadhead and weed the fairly successfully drought tolerant beach approach planters.

sea thrift

sea thrift, sedums, yarrow

And then we get water at the Ilwaco boatyard to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters. This time, I also groom and deadhead the planters (usually Allan’s task while I do the boatyard.)

poppies at boatyard

poppies at boatyard

wondering why Agastache 'Blue Fortune' looks sick at the boatyard.

wondering why Agastache ‘Blue Fortune’ looks sick at the boatyard.

Teresa at Planter Box gave me this plant to test out.

Teresa at Planter Box gave me this plant to test out.

fabulous, from a little six pack...a "strawflower"?

fabulous, from a little six pack…a “strawflower”?

I’m pleased with the Ilwaco planters. They got a slow start, as they often do: I have lots of bulbs in them to begin the spring show, and then they go through an awkward stage. Now they are good again.

Eagle and First

Eagle and First, SW corner

nasturtium, sanvitalia, diascia

nasturtium, sanvitalia, diascia (and painted sage, of course)

Eagle and First, NW corner (some poppies strayed from boatyard)

Eagle and First, NW corner (some poppies strayed from boatyard)

FINGER BLIGHT! at NW corner of Main Street and First. One year I planted what was labeled as Gladiolus nanus (small and delicate). They ended up being big yellow glads. I have lived with that as they are kind of amusing. But here, someone picked a big bouquet:

stolen glads

stolen glads

I just pulled the corms right out because I really am fed up. This happens most years, so why bother. I will replant them at Golden Sands.

Painted sage in this one has taken over all else, it seems.

Painted sage in this one has taken over all else, it seems.

perennial combo by Ilwaco Pharmacy

perennial combo by Ilwaco Pharmacy (catmint, sedum, golden marjoram)

As we drove home after watering in a cold unseasonal light foggy mist, we passed the post office and saw the woman with the dog and her boyfriend with their hands on the Eryngium ‘Jade Frost’…Yes, the woman who had recently been picking, with her red clippers, a big bouquet at the boatyard. We swung around the block and saw them walking away, she with a big handful of pink and orange flowers. “Hey” I yelled out the car window from half a block away, “Would you please, please, please STOP picking the flowers!” She called back something that sure sounded to me like “It’s a community garden.” As this sunk in, we had driven on a bit. “TURN AROUND!” I said to Allan. We turned and got across the street from them on Spruce, the main drag through town. “What did you say about why you picked flowers?” I called out to her, in a bemused and amazed (and I am sure aggrieved) tone. “Did you say it is a community garden?” “No, I didn’t,” she called back.

“I buy those plants with my own money,” said I (which is true of the post office garden). “Do you want me to pay you for these?” she asked from across the street. “No, I don’t! That won’t help. Just stop picking, please.” “Ok, but I didn’t pick these from the post office,” was her last rejoinder. “But I’ll stop.” Actually, she is right; her bouquet was not from the post office. I recognized what she had: They were from the boatyard or possibly someone’s private garden. With my head exploding, we drove off. I wish I could believe she is going to stop.

I am reminded of what the public gardener for another beach town told me. In her town, the police will actually call her if they catch someone with a bouquet from the gardens and will ask if she wants to press charges. (I would love it if our local police would do that!!) She says what good will that do; it won’t put the flowers back.

There are just not enough flowers in the post office and boatyard gardens combined to provide everyone in town with a bouquet and leave enough for passersby to enjoy.

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The Yellow Cottage

The Yellow Cottage

We worked in two places on July 29th. First, we finished the weeding at the yellow cottage on School Hill. I had written about the yellow cottage after working there earlier in the month and got an email which, to my joy, told me of a connection between my house and the adorable little cottage. The email was from Karen, whose mother, Shirley Maki, owned the house where Allan and I now live, the place we bought in October of 2010. Karen told me:

I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed seeing your photos of the little yellow cottage on the school hill. That house used to belong to my Finnish grandma (Mummu) when it was located in the cove. She lived in it from the late 1940’s until she passed away in 1961. The house was moved years later with a new owner. Your photos brought back many wonderful warm memories. I still think of it as ‘Mummu’s house.’ I also enjoy reading about your old house. When I was growing up it was owned by Marty Wiitala, several houses down from Mummu’s house in the cove. As a child I spent numerous visits to that house with my dad. Your pictures and words evoke wonderful feelings and memories of my Finnish heritage.

hydrangeas by "Mummu's house"

hydrangeas by the former “Mummu’s house”

How I loved hearing stories of the yellow cottage and its sister cottage from the Cove (where the boatyard is now), the one I lived in from 1994 through October 2010. Even more special is knowing that Allan’s and my present home has this connection with the yellow cottage. In fact, all three…my old cottage, our new home, and the adorable yellow cottage are all linked. Fabulous and heartwarming.

I wonder what the sort of garden  the yellow cottage had when it was located on the flat land that is now the Ilwaco boatyard.
lace cap hydrangea

lace cap hydrangea

I once had another strong connection to the house we now live in before we ever looked at it:  In summer of 2010, I spent a lot of time scanning a box of vintage photos of Ilwaco people.  I was lent them by Chester of Olde Towne Trading Post Antiques.  Only after we had made an offer on the late Shirley Maki’s house did we learn that the photos had come from a estate sale at her home after she died, the home we were soon to own.
Back to the yellow cottage weeding day!  We had only two and three quarter hours before we would use up the budget for the job.
before and after

before and after

before and after

before and after

All around the trees, we found oyster shells, frugally laid out on top of assorted grocery bags (a substitute for expensive landscape fabric) and grown over with grass.

buried under the grass

buried under the grass

We used them to try to get back the look that the previous tenant had created.

after

after

before and after

before and after

Some beds had held up well from when we had weeded them the autumn before.

Euphorbia on west wall

Euphorbia on west wall

Hypericum

Hypericum

I can tell she was a good gardener because she had interesting plants.

a circle of Crocosmia 'Lucifer'

a circle of Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’

The east side had gotten pretty wild again.

east side before and after

east side corner before and after

east side foundation strip; owner Robin might put some river rock in here.

east side foundation strip; owner Robin might put some river rock in here.

Meanwhile, of course, I dreamed of an alternative life where I live in the yellow cottage.

looking north along the west side of the house

looking north along the west side of the house

two little pups we found by the tiny pond

two little pups we found by the tiny pond

my imaginary room with a view

my imaginary room with a view

and my imaginary view

and my imaginary view to the west

Of course, in my dream, we own that whole huge field and the old Spartan trailer and it is all garden.  Perhaps partly deer park and partly fenced.

Meanwhile, hawks soared overhead…(There were five but I managed just this:)

hawk

And then the Life Flight helicopter took off from the pad at the hospital which is just behind the trees.  (That will help orient locals to my dream cottage.)

Life Flight, an all too common sight in Ilwaco

Life Flight, an all too common sight in Ilwaco

Reality intervened as we had to go water the planters in moderately bustling Long Beach town.

The wind was whipping; I had to hold these still for a photo

The wind was whipping; I had to hold these still for a photo

Tigridia profile

Tigridia profile

At the Police station, a beautiful hanging basket going strong…by Nancy Aust of Basket Case Greenhouse.

Nancy's artistry and the Long Beach crew's good watering

Nancy’s artistry and the Long Beach crew’s good daily watering

The planter north of Dennis Co continues to swamp its sitting bench.

The planter north of Dennis Co continues to swamp its sitting bench.

detail:  Coreopsis 'Jive'

detail: Coreopsis ‘Jive’

painted sage going strong

painted sage going strong

By the time we got done watering, the streets were quiet.

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