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Monday, 9 July 2018

Shelburne Hotel

We began our work today with a project: cleaning out some old dead pots of plants up on the hotel’s second floor decks and balconies.  I had not been up there for a decade.  I must say that I no longer prance easily up the stairs.

Before we went in, I took photos outside because the grey cloudy light made the garden look quite fine.

The stained glass panels above the peaked roof with arched window form the edge of one of the decks.

sweet peas all along the picket fence by the sidewalk

Yes, I am obsessed with this garden.

Ok, enough of that!  Up the stairs we went with a couple of buckets of potting soil. Allan did almost all the schlepping of soil and eventually plants today.

In the deck off room 4, we found two pots to redo and one that was salvageable.  We could tell they had mostly been filled with perennials from the garden.  I had not realized till recently that there were still pots up on these decks.

room four from its private deck

This deck used to be shared with room 10 ( think)  but it is now all 4’s.

the view to the west over the roofs of the kitchen and bakery

This pot, emptied, went to the back garden when we realized it had no drainage hole.

still alive, with fennel and lemon balm


To replace the pot with no hole, Allan brought in the potted rose from the porch above the pub deck.  Now we won’t have to worry about watering it and having waterfalls cascading onto the diners.

With two big pots empty and the dry soil and plants in garbage bags, we emptied and refilled the small pots on the three south balconies.

view from the western room down to the totem pole shade garden

and the totem pole

The three south balconies and the room 4 deck can only be accessed when no one has rented those rooms.  So the three south balconies would get succulents that don’t need much water.

We turned to the front deck, which is accessed by two rooms and also from the hallway.  There is a water faucet there that must be got working again so the plants can be watered. (The next morning I happened to see our friend Don Anderson the plumber, who cares for the Shelburne, and he will make that happen.)  Otherwise we have to find an empty room, fill a small bucket at the bathroom sink, and clean up any mess we make, or haul water up the stairs.  I look forward to having that faucet back.

center deck

Nandina with old English ivy growing on a bamboo pole and an old branch! Odd, and it is a noxious weed here.

I fought the English ivy out of the pot and Allan cleaned the other pot of dead plants.  I decided a nandina, to match, would be best for now.  It is actually a bit too sunny for them here, but later they can go in the garden.  It will be a battle (maybe impossible!) to get the one out of the pot with the small opening.  I would rather do that battle this fall.

the other pot before emptying it

Big garbage bags of dead plants and dry rooty soil were hauled downstairs by Allan, along with multiple buckets.  I was worried when he came back upstairs looking quite spent.

I had to go into my favourite room, the one above the pub that has the second story porch that used to have a potted rose.

inside the most beautiful room of all

window and door to private porch with stairs down to dining deck and garden

This room has its own sitting room behind stained glass windows.

With a writing desk.

Back to deck four with the rose, and a pot with fresh soil.

and the hallway deck

I had to go down the stairs backwards; fortunately, I know of a set of stairs that does not go to the lobby.

More garden admiration on the way out:

I thought maybe the English Nursery, just a few blocks south, might have a nandina.  It did not, but I did get three good succulents and a pretty scabiosa there.

Allan’s photo; yes, the owners, Dirk and Jane, are English. (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

English Nursery daylilies

Hostas are their specialty.

We returned to the Shelburne and went upstairs just to put three Sedum ‘October Daphne’ in the three balcony pots.  Well….Allan went upstairs.

the three balconies

I put some water in the pot with no hole to see if it would drain at all.

And then off we went, supposedly to water in Long Beach.  A light misty rain began.  I was suddenly so exhausted I could not face watering the Long Beach planters.  The half hour of mist made it possible to put the watering off till tomorrow (we decided after a drive through town to make sure).

I felt so deeply tired that I could have laid down in the dirt and slept..and I am not a napper at all.  Yet I gave the Planter Box a call and learned that they had a nice nandina….and we were off!

at the Planter Box, many reasonably priced plants

I had planned to finish the Shelburne pots  Wednesday…but I couldn’t wait.  We would have gone to the Basket Case, too, had they not been closed on Monday and Tuesday.

Garden hint of the week: When we got back to the Shelburne, I was fussing with the nandina to get a dandelion out of the root ball.  Allan had a genius idea and pulled the root out with pliers.

It worked a treat.

All the plants got schlepped up to the second floor by Allan.  (We had left some potting soil up there.)

the stairs going up (Shelburne photo)

The center balcony got a (sort of) matching nandina.

Allan’s photo

A crock in the corner got a little lemon cypress, heathers, sedums, all for texture.

New pots are going to be acquired by next year.  The planting in the crock is temporary and not ideal because that crock has no hole.  It won’t get too much water this summer.  I hope.

center deck all cleaned and swept and nice; the skylight is over the dining room.

Cypress looks like a beacon from the hallway.

The replanted pot on the number four deck has a rescued dahlia with one stem and an almost invisible dahlia in the middle that I took pity on.  I now think I should have put the tiny dahlia in the garden and put something better in the middle.

Little dahlia has one week to hurry up and fill in or else.

We added to the south balcony pots.

pots on the three little balconies

Here are some views from those three balconies:

The water was slowly draining out of that pot.

And some interiors of those three rooms:

Down the stairs again, one trip for me, several for Allan, who had a second wind.

My back stairs way, that goes down into the dining room that is only open for dinner Friday and Saturday.

I fixed up one more dead pot on a downstairs deck.

shady end of the front garden

After all that, we still had to water…


Allan got the water trailer and watered the street trees and planters while I watered the boatyard.

A touch of finger blight:

pulled out elephant garlic

Someone picked poppy seeds and left a mess…so rude.

I weeded four buckets of weeds and then did the watering.

Helenium ‘Sahin’s Early Flowerer’

santolina flowers

daisy…from Jo’s garden originally.

elephant garlic and a please don’t pick flowers sign

Angels’ Choir poppies

Several of the boat owners were most complimentary about the garden today, including one from Westport who recognized the names of Terri and Bill, whose garden is on the July 14th tour.

his boat

watering obstacle course

I had to go around the big boats twice to get to the hoses.

After finishing the boatyard watering, I truly could hardly walk.

8:30 PM

Allan took me home and then went back out to water the post office and fire station (our volunteer gardens).

post office at dusk (Allan’s photo)

I am anxiously counting the days until the July 14th tour.








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Monday, 18 June 2018

By the time this publishes a week after it happened, we will, if all goes well, have returned from a five day trip to the Big City for the Hardy Plant Society Study Weekend.  Oh, how I have fretted and been filled with dread about the trip (and city traffic) because in some ways I am almost agoraphobic, and because it worries me to leave my garden and our jobs during summer.  We registered in January and I have been anxious for months!  I have been so tempted to cancel, time after time, till I missed the deadline for being able to get one’s money back.

We planned on a short week of mostly watering (which certainly won’t last while we are gone).

Long Beach

Allan watered the trees and a few planters while I watered the rest of the planters.

This tree, with Panicum ‘Heavy Metal’ and an unfortunate amount of weed grass mixed in, probably looks like nothing but weeds to all but the most avid fan of ornamental grass.

Eryngium under a tree (Allan’s photos)

with lychnis and Geranium ‘A.T. Johnson’

Allan found a rock.

Allan saw Bernardo from Abbracci Coffee bringing coffee grounds to our trailer…

The nice green bucket was a parting gift to us. We are sad because Bernardo and Tony have sold Abbracci and are moving back to the city.  (A new owner will reopen on June 26th, the day this publishes, in fact!)

California poppies and cerinthe

California poppies and diascia

a rather insipidly pink ‘Popsocks’ cosmos

agastaches on both sides of the street

agastache, Diascia ‘Blackthorn Apricot’, Calif. poppies

pink oenothera

This pink oenothera always reminds me of Ann Lovejoy and of the first time I heard her give a garden lecture (that changed my life).

Cosmos ‘Sonata’, (below)  a better color than ‘Popsocks’ (above)

This tree, I believe, had run under the sidewalk to the nearby planter…

and popped up!

This formerly yellow climbing rose was planted years ago by a volunteer, and has now reverted to the red flowering rootstock:

It’s roots go so deep we can’t get it out, even though it is in a ridiculous place and wants to wave into traffic.  It takes constant cutting back.  I remembered how many volunteers tried to grow something up the lamp post and how that never worked out well.

I am thrilled that after being stark white for a couple of weeks, Wind World Kites and The Candy Man got brightly painted again.

We weeded in Fifth Street Park, which is probably so wild with Sanguisorba ‘Pink Elephant’ in bud that it reads like a mess to most viewers right now.

Better soon, I hope.

Allan found and pulled a mess of bindweed in the back corner of the SE quadrant.

We regained some energy with crab rolls at Captain Bob’s Chowder.


Shelburne Hotel

We watered and weeded.  I was encouraged to see the garden had made it from Thursday watering to Monday without much stress. That bodes well for our being gone for five days.

The wisteria needs pruning as it is reaching for the gutters.  Soon! I clipped at it just a bit.

from the pub deck

You can see where the new owners pulled it off the building.

front garden, looking north

A pretty rose at the back of the front garden:

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ and Allium christophii (Allan’s photo)

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ (Allan’s photo)

and looking south

I wish we had time to dine at the pub, but more watering called.


I did a walkabout of the planters while Allan watered them.

before pulling chickweed


halfway to the boatyard, Allan watering in the distance

I watered at the boatyard while Allan finished his planter rounds.

At home, after a mere eight hour day, I petted my elderly neighbor, Rudder.

Allan went on to water the Post Office and Fire Station volunteer gardens, making his day even longer.

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Thursday, 31 May 2018

I was so hoping to get a full afternoon at the Shelburne Hotel garden today, to give it a thorough weeding and de-bad-astering (the removal of annoying running asters).

We began in Ilwaco at

Mike’s garden

a path needing raking

better (Allan’s photos)

Port of Ilwaco

We then watered more of the curbside gardens on Howerton.

deer are eating the columbines (Allan’s photo)

I’ve managed to get a few things to grow along with the roses in the Freedom Market parking lot garden.

Libertia (Allan’s photo)

Ilwaco boatyard

We had to do a weeding session all along the boatyard garden because on Friday night, there would be an art walk featuring businesses and galleries from downtown to the port.

I made a friend through the fence.

Allan did some string trimming and some digging by the fence along the inside.


Folks were working on their boats.

Allan’s photo

In the garden:

Allan’s photos:

Allium christophii and lavender

baby cosmos

poppies and lupines

Geranium ‘Rozanne’

my photos:

I stuck a lot of artemisia cuttings, many of which took, so will have way more of the silver texture when the little ones start growing.

reseeded nigella (love in a mist)

Boatyard foreman Mark told me that he had caught a woman (who had a red Ford pick up truck) with a milk crate full of flowers AND an arm load of flowers.  She was picking early in the morning when he arrived. She was told to STOP PICKING and she then claimed she had gotten them all from inside of the fence…not possible! And still off limits.  I want every flower to be there for everyone who passes by.

I have spent a lot of time at the boatyard lately thinking of The Little Red Hen, a story my grandma loved.  The little red hen asked for help planting wheat, watering it, harvesting it, processing it, and baking bread.  She got no help at all until the delicious aroma of the bread got her lazy “friends” to say they would help eat it.  But no, they did not get to “help” at that point; she and her chicks ate all the bread themselves.

I’ve noticed that all these flower pickers never offer to help weed or water.  They just feel entitled to the results.

I also thought of a friend of Rhone Street Gardens who had commented on a Facebook post that he felt that horsetail was another “textural element” in a garden.  I hope so, because we left quite a lot of it behind.

A brief stop at home revealed Skooter in the garden.

Allan’s photo

I was anxious to get to the Shelburne, but before we could get out of Ilwaco, I got a call from the port.  The port manager had emailed me two days before and I had not seen it.  (Text me!)  The garden on the south side of the port office had to be undone because the south wall is going to be rebuilt.

We hared over there, and were able to salvage quite a few plants. I did not even try to save the big old lavenders that would not transplant well at any time of year.

I cut the allium flowers for a bouquet which may or may not last, and saved the bulbs to go back in.

2:45 PM

3:28 PM

Some of the plants went into pots that we had brought from home, on the deck of the business next door.

Allan’s photo

The rest went to the curbside garden by the Port Pavilion.

before; the area where a mugo pine had come out still needed plants.

after; it was all rather fortuitous (Allan’s photos)

4:14 PM: Jenna stops by to admire the plants

We had another brief stop at home, during which we had a quick chat with our new neighbour.

Allan’s photo

Shelburne Hotel

Finally, we got to the Shelburne, not for a lovely long afternoon but only a short time of hurried weeding.  I asked Allan to reveal the Melianthus major by the pub deck.



If I had known I would not be able to find an Antenow’s Blue melianthus, this one would have gone in the front garden (where I now have a little baby one from my own garden).

callas with a rhododendron flower

A woman was crouched taking a photo of this Agastache ‘Cotton Candy’.

That is the kind of plant appreciation that I like to see.

Ilwaco again

I went home to start the tedious task of the the monthly billing.  Three hours later, I was still at it.  Meanwhile, Allan had watered the easternmost curbside garden at the port, completing the whole stretch of beds that we have watered over the course of the week.  If we don’t get some rain, it will be the same next week.

the CoHo Charters lava landscape got watered, too.

I’m slowly infiltrating it with some new plants.

watering till dusk….

An eight hour day for me, followed by three hours of spread sheets, and a ten hour day for Allan, followed by making dinner.  If he did not make dinner every night, there would be no blog writing time for me.




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Thursday, 24 May 2018

Spending all day at the Shelburne doing a thorough weeding and editing of the garden was not to be.  We had two jobs to attend to in Ilwaco first, right on our block.

The J’s garden

getting started

Allan pruned all the dead branches off the arborvitae.  I do not know what is causing it, or whether this will stop it.  Google has an assortment of theories about it.

When we started caring for this garden, one of the balls along the driveway was dead in the same way.  Last year, another one showed signs and I clipped the bad part out, which seemed to work.  Now another one might be getting it….

so… I clipped the bad part out again.

The ball had a nest of baby spiders.

They dispersed when disturbed…

…and then formed themselves back into a ball again.

Allan’s befores and afters:

The old plum tree looked sickly, too.  We cut out one branch.


Spraying trees is not a job we are even licensed for.  It takes a special license to apply sprays in Washington state.  Not something we want to get into at all.


roses in the back yard (Allan’s photo)

As I write this several days later, I realize we did not go back and set up a hose and sprinkler as I meant to.  Our watering responsibilities are way overstretched. (Now on Monday night, with Allan just back from boating, as it is getting dark, he is going across the street to hose water it and the Norwood garden.)

Port of Ilwaco

We had another curbside garden to water at the port and decided to do it before evening because the evenings have been cold and extra windy.

To water the east garden bed, Allan has to snake three hoses across the parking lot all the way to the docks.  It is time consuming and always makes me wonder how exactly did the former powers that be at the port, during the time when these garden beds were being installed, think they were going to get watered?  Did they really think that several blocks of public gardens could be completely drought tolerant with no watering at all?  In the almost constant salt wind from the marina? Really?

Allan’s photo

I tackled a bleak little spot of vetch and the dreaded Fen’s Ruby euphorbia.  (On the following Sunday, I watched a Gardeners’ World episode in which Monty Don, saying, “I was warned”, was removing Fen’s Ruby from his garden.  Take heed.)

I know how it got in here.  In seeking free plants, I moved something from my mother’s garden to this one years ago, and the Fen’s Ruby hitched a ride even though I tried to prevent it.  I put some wee starts of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ in the empty area.  Good luck to it starting out during dry season.

A big chore awaits: The Armeria (sea thrift) is going over and all the little balls will need clipping off.

After watering, Allan coiled his hose like a highliner coiling rope.

Freddie on Deadliest Catch

We picked up our mail.  Allan noticed the short lilies growing at the back of the post office garden.  I meant to move them last year…and the year before.

Allan’s photo

Finally, hours later than I wanted to be there, we made it to the garden at the

Shelburne Hotel.

Three more pots had appeared by the bocce ball court.  I knew they were imminent so was carrying plants for them….but they had no holes so Allan had to go home for the drill (and more potting soil).

He also redid a white pot that was in an obscure spot and dry and full of an odd combo of mint and stunted helianthus.  It came around to join its brethren by the pub deck.

Allan’s photo; no one took a photo once it got put into place.

new pots (Allan’s photo)

Allan says it is better to drill four holes than the one that most people do.

As requested, no flowers (except thyme and lavender will have flowers)

I could have done something ultra sophisticated with succulents, but we are trying to carry out the “edible” theme in the back garden.

pea gravel mulch on top, very Monty Don

Finally, I got to work on the front garden.  We took out a clump of phlox, too slightly diseased to put anywhere else, and replaced it will a nice Sanguisorba canadensis (pink feather flowers later on) that I got for free from Klipsan Beach Cottages.

out with one of too many phlox

sanguisorba in (Allan’s photo)

As I write this on Monday night, I am worried that the sanguisorba might be wilting, even though Allan watered it whilst grocery shopping on Saturday.

I did not have time to do any editing along the sidewalk garden.

still lots of orange montbretia at this end (Allan’s photo)

under the big window

I was thrilled to find two of my old Allium christophii still here after ten years

looking south from north end

I had hoped to get into the corner but did not.

This zaluzianskya (night scented phlox) was scenting the whole garden deliciously in the evening.

looking south from the entry

and looking north

a ghost in the stained glass window?

I do love this building.

As happens at this time of long days, we have been working till too late for our garden club dinner.  So on our own, we repaired to the pub for dinner after another nine hour day.  (These nine hour days do not include a lunch break; we scarf down a sandwich while working.)

From the pub deck:

Dinner at last.

cranberry cosmo

avocado toast

Caesar salad

fried chicken sandwich (Allan’s photo). Deconstruct to eat the tasty chicken.

oyster stew (Allan’s photo)

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Thursday, 19 April 2018

I was surprised in the morning when Allan woke me up by saying breakfast was ready and that he wanted to go to work.  As (I think it was) Mark Twain said, the proof that worrying works is that most of what we worry about it does not happen.

Skooter having a drink on the plant table (Allan’s photo)

I picked a bouquet for the Shelburne.

Allan dug some borage and red mustard starts for the Shelburne.

removing a deadhead at the Ilwaco Post Office.

The post office garden is looking drab.  Mulch would cheer it up but there is a limit to how much mulch I can provide from my own budget.  Soon the plants will cover the grey looking soil.

I told Allan we could have a light day with just some fertilizing, planting, and deadheading. (The usual story!)

Our first stop was at

The Planter Box 

to buy some Dr. Earth fertilizer.

Allan’s photo

at the Planter Box

With our bags of Dr. Earth loaded up, we headed south again to

Long Beach

and gathered up the very last of the pile of Soil Energy mulch.

all gone, need more

We weeded and deadheaded at city hall and added the mulch to the wide part of the west side garden, where it had been looking beaten down and sad.

much better

even better with horses

Horses make the landscape more beautiful. –Alice Walker

Allan’s photo

We weeded the narrow beds along the side; we did not plant the top tier and would not have chosen so much Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’, because it has a short season of bloom.  I’ve mixed some elephant garlic in along the top because the office staff loves it so.  Last year, the flowers got stolen as soon as they opened; I hope that with MUCH elephant garlic, some will be left.

We checked on Veterans Field again, the main site of this weekend’s Razor Clam Festival, and I remembered that I had wanted to plant some chives in the corner garden.  I happened to have a bucket of chives with me and realized the red mustard would look good there, too, evoking the Farmers Market that takes place there on summer Friday afternoons.

species tulips and nigella (love in a mist)

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

I have realized that the red monarda is spreading like mad throughout this garden, even though I had thinned it earlier.

monarda all over the place; will have to thin it some more.

We went after more of the scrimmy little horsetail and too much hesperantha (schizostylis) in Fifth Street Park and added Dr Earth to this area.

looking much better

Instead of putting the Dr Earth bag behind Allan’s van seat, I put it behind mine so I could access it better when parked in traffic.

camassia just colouring up (Allan’s photo)

I stopped a sweet dog named Bananie from running into the garden to snuffle the fertilizer.

Good Bananie. (His person was nearby.) (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

We saw a U Haul with interesting artwork.

We like garter snakes. They eat slugs.

On the way back to city works to dump our debris, we remembered to deadhead the little garden at Culbertson Field.

We also remembered to deadhead by First Place Mall….

Tulip ‘Silverstream’ (I still forgot to check it for scent and for silver edges to the foliage.)

Tulip ‘Silverstream’…I can see the variegated foliage in this photo by Allan!

Tulip ‘Silverstream’ (Allan’s photo)

Tulip ‘Silverstream’ (Allan’s photo)

…and, thanks to Allan, we remembered to deadhead the planters on the Sid Snyder beach approach and to deadhead and fertilize the World Kite Museum garden. Manager Patty was just bringing in the display banners.

Our “short” day had now reached 5 PM and we still had the Shelburne garden to do.  I was so glad we had spent more time in Long Beach to make it look better for Clam Festival.

Shelburne Hotel

I got the fertilizer bag out from behind Allan’s seat and fertilized the front garden.  Then I realized I had been using evergreen and azalea fertilizer.  I got the fertilizer bag (all purpose) from behind my seat and added more.  When I do fertilize, I tend to under-fertilize, so it will all work out.

Mustard and borage went into the west garden:

I added nasturtium seeds (in the front garden, too) because the chefs need many for garnish flowers.  Orchid Cream, Caribbean Cocktail, Vesuvius, Tip Top Mahogany, Alaska, Variegated Queen, Dwarf Cherry Rose.

Also some Calendula ‘Frost Princess, ‘Pink Surprise’ and ‘Kinglet Mix’ and some Bright Lights and Celebration swiss chard for some stem color.

By the pub deck and here and there where it might find a space to grow in the back garden, I planted more night scented stock seeds.

We decided to dine at the pub, as the workday had gone on until 6:45, longer than planned, and moved the van and work trailer a block north so as to not take up two parking places.  (Allan took into the pub with him a couple of disinfected wipes to spare the staff from any cold germs on his dishes.)

My bouquet still looked good (especially after I arranged it a little better than this:

Allan’s photo

looking south from the north end of the garden

from the sidewalk

From the front entry, looking south:

looking north

In the Shelburne living room, singer Bryan O’Connor was performing.

He is the spouse of Renee, the creator the tile work in Long Beach that you saw earlier in this post (the sidewalk tile and the obelisk).

I had a most tasty salmon special on black rice, and a cranberry cosmo (with Starvation Ally Cranberry Juice).

and delicious cranberry curd tart

Allan had the black garlic fried rice.  I reminded myself with one bite how tasty it is.  I could eat a casserole dish of it.

and “beeramisu” for dessert.

A local couple who were in the living room (lobby) listening to the concert bought us our dinner!  As we drove away they were just emerging, and I thanked them again. “For all you do!” she called out!

At home: I have whittled down the work board more than I expected this week, and Allan seemed none the worse for wear after a long day.

A most wonderful thing happened: I got an email from the woman who is the little girl pictured in my blog post about visiting the Isle of Skye in 1975, telling me what life was like there, then.  She is not, as I always wondered, related to Donovan, but she did know him when she was a child!

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Friday, 13 April 2018

By late morning, the considerable overnight rain had stopped and so we went to get a load of Soil Energy at

Peninsula Landscape Supply.

Allan’s photo

one yard Soil Energy (Allan’s photo)

When I returned from the office, I just waited for Allan to drive out to pick me up.

Another rain gauge:

I browsed the pavers while waiting.

The Shelburne Hotel

A few people expressed surprise, beginning at Peninsula Landscape Supply and continuing at the Shelburne, that we were working on such a cold windy day with a forecast of heavy rain. Again, we were determined to get the back garden’s west beds mulched before the removal of the six square railroad tie beds next week.  It would be a circus with railroad ties going one way and a wheelbarrow going the other.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

all nicely mulched

looking north

The totem creature garden, between building and fence, is going to be an ornamental shade bed.

I was concerned about the new fig tree bed; it seemed a little too soggy so we raised the planting  just a tad, with rocks from a handy pile nearby and some more soil.  I do not think we need to replant the tree; the soil is still at the proper depth on the trunk.

These railroad tie beds will be removed to make room for a graveled open space next week, suitable for weddings.

That will give me an L shaped garden along the west and south fence to plant herbs and edible flowers, as requested.  I am concerned because the west side is rooty from a cedar in the SW corner (which I would remove) and only gets morning sun.  Some wheeled containers in the patio might be provided, too, for growing more herbs and flowers in full sun, and those could be wheeled to the side if space were needed for an event.  I think morning sun might be enough; if not, I will have to turn the west bed into a shade garden and find some other place to grow herbs. ( I used to provide edible flowers from my own garden to the Shoalwater Restaurant when it was part of the hotel.) Hardy fuchsias will definitely be added; they won’t mind some shade and their flowers are edible.

While Allan had wheelbarrowed the mulch, I had time to do some much needed weeding of tiny weeds in the front garden.

looking north

looking south from the north end

looking south from the entryway; we added some mulch under the rhododendron, left)

To celebrate getting done with what we hope is the last biggish project of the springtime, we had a late lunch at the pub.

Someday, there will again be dining on the south deck.

garden sandwich, French onion soup, a side of “fisherman’s potato salad” (with smoked herring, sounds odd but it is good), and some nice hot coffee.

After lunch, I longed to go have a look at Diane’s garden, one of our jobs that we had glimpsed, down her driveway, as we drove south with the mulch.  It now seemed too late, almost five, to go to a private garden, and the rain had begun along with an even colder and stronger wind.  So no visit there until Monday or Tuesday; I hope all the flowers that I glimpsed from the highway last until then.

I was able to cross a project off the work board:

I have a feeling that we will not be working this weekend.

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Wednesday, 11 April 2018

I did not want to clutter up yesterday’s Bad Tempered Gardener post with our weekly North Beach Garden Gang dinner meeting.  Almost weekly.  We missed last week because I was feeling so under the weather about losing my feline friend, Calvin, that I thought I was actually getting ill.  And Melissa was out of town.  Now, because of learning about The Guild of the Garden Lovers, I wish we had named our group a guild.  The word gang did come from this photo, taken as we (Todd, Allan and I, Melissa and Dave, representing three gardening businesses) were in Seaside to tour Pam Fleming’s downtown garde

In the Depot Restaurant garden this evening, we did a bit of pre-dinner deadheading and Allan photographed some lily sprouts:

It felt good to see Dave and Mel again to catch up on their gardening exploits of the last two weeks.  Tonight was burger night (Wednesdays, till tourist season starts).

dinner salad

clam chowder

Allan’s photo; diners can choose from the plethora of burger toppings

Thursday, 12 April 2018

It was windy and chilly, this sort of day:

We worked at the Shelburne instead of having a nice cozy reading day.  At home, I picked some tulips to take to the innkeeper.

in our back garden

Snails got one of these four narcissi.

rain gauge since I last used it a couple of days ago

bouquet on its way

in the post office garden

Near the Shelburne, I photographed a cute Seaview cottage.

I recently learned that Camp Hungry is a vacation rental; if you have always wanted to see the darling inside, click here for a good snoop.

The Shelburne Hotel

Because other hotel workers will be tearing out six old flower beds next week, we needed to get our own back garden project done because it would be hard to find room to navigate around other workers.

We spent seven hours tearing out Ficaria verna (lesser celandine) and orange crocosmia (montbretia), both of which will do their best to win by coming right back from each little bulbil and corm.  I learned recently that Ficaria is a class 3 noxious weed here because “Lesser celandine outcompetes and excludes native plants. It emerges before most other spring ephemeral plants which can give it a competitive advantage over our native understory plant communities. It is invasive, difficult to control and is spreading in Washington.”  More importantly, per Wikipedia: “The plant is poisonous if ingested raw and potentially fatal to grazing animals and livestock such as horses, cattle, and sheep.”  Now that I know all this, I am going to try to get it out of MY garden, where it is going rampant in two areas, having hitchhiked in when I moved a couple of hellebores from my mother’s old garden (where the celandine was there when she bought the place.


Shelburne project, looking south

looking north

The hotel’s instagram and Facebook have such a beautiful description of the view from the room that looks out to the above garden bed:

So I was particularly eager to make that view look better than horsetail and old, non-blooming orange montbretia.  Seven hours later:

Allan’s photo

That was hard work, and I dread to think what we missed that still lurks beneath.  The celandine was only in one bed, thank goodness, because each one spewed dozens of tiny bulbils.  We will be policing these beds regularly for pop-up crocosmia and celandine.

I looked at the front garden without time to weed it today:

looking south

north end of the bed especially rampant with teeny weeds

and ground elder WITHOUT variegation is popping up willy nilly.

As we were loading debris, my wasband and former co-gardener, Robert, who had worked with me at the Shelburne many times in the mid to late 90s, was passing by.  He was inspired by my armload of clipped sword ferns…

…and my clippers and knee brace to say that an armload of clipped plants, a pair of clippers (secateurs), a knee brace, and one other (unspecified) thing should be my coat of arms.

With our digging done, Allan and I celebrated stage one success with dinner in the pub. Its seating has now been extended into the hotel lobby.

You can even have your meal by the fire.

cranberry cosmo and cranberry lemonade

I had delicious jambalaya (which you can order WITHOUT oysters) with a perfectly cooked egg on top, an egg with a frilly edge. I love that.

vegan nachos (Allan’s photo)

Here is another example of the Shelburne’s fine prose:

They don’t make hotels like this anymore. Not one room is alike. Hidden staircases, mysterious dark hallways, it is a beautiful maze of uniqueness. Some rooms even have private or shared decks; some of the decks even lead to our lower garden and give a separate entrance to your room.  Shelburne Hotel is truly a wonder to walk through.

It is the oldest continuously operating hotel in Washington State, and every one of its newly refurbished rooms is now available for booking.  A painting behind the check-in desk shows the hotel as it was, before the stained glass windows were brought back from England and installed along the front:

At home, I set out some containers of the crocosmia corms because, to my surprise, despite my warnings, four members of the Peninsula Gardeners facebook group wanted some.  I had shared with them what Anne Wareham wrote about it in The Bad Tempered Gardener.

P.S.  My new  (used, refurbished) Lumix arrived…with an unformatted card, that refused to format for quite some time, although eventually Allan did succeed at getting it to work.  I am afraid to use it for every day work, as every Lumix I have had soon succumbed to “system error focus” and “system error zoom”.  My idea is to use it for garden touring and at home photos.  We’ll see how long I can keep to that.

Despite dire weather warnings, we hope for a non rainy window tomorrow in order to mulch the area we weeded today.

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