Posts Tagged ‘Shelburne Hotel’

Thursday, 26 July 2018

The Depot Restaurant

weeding, deadheading, watering….

a vignette at the Depot

Amazingly, the dierama wands have not been broken by parking cars.

Long Beach

We started by tidying the garden at city hall.

elephant garlic before…

and after (Allan’s photo)

One of the clothing shops has been painted a deep red, the color of my grandma’s little red house (and with white trim, too).

We watered the planters, and these two are the only other photos I took on the main drag.

I love all the healthy agastaches, here with Calif. poppies and the great ‘Hopley’s Purple’ oregano.

a meadow effect with golden oregano

Allan’s photos:

Fifth Street Park

We ran out of downtown time before trimming the Alchemilla mollis.

After downtown, we watered the eight planters on Sid Snyder Drive.

It was dinner time at one of the horse ride corrals.

I’d been hoping to see a pony in the little corral.

We next checked on the welcome sign, where the cosmos are refusing to bloom, and gave them some bloom fertilizer.

lush and feathery with no flowers


a couple of flowers on the back side

I have had all sorts of cosmos problems this year.  At the Shelburne, some are fine (especially the new one called Cupcake) but others are tall with no flowers.  At Diane’s garden and the Depot and Long Beach’s Fifth Street Park, some that should be tall Sensation mix are short (but not short enough to be a mislabeled Sonata mix).  I did not fertilize each little plant while planting this year, having read that fertilizer can make them shoot up tall with no flowers.

I have always had cosmos in the welcome sign, and have had this problem before but not this badly.  I think perhaps I need to give up there and try a different plant—something with enough height to stand up to the Geranium ‘Rozanne’, something that will take our cool climate (no zinnias, for example), and an annual so that it can come out for the spring bulbs (and for horsetail clean up).

Shelburne Hotel

This is where I had been longing to be. We watered, weeded, deadheaded.

a good healthy agastache

in the back courtyard

‘Sunset’ runner beans grown by Roxanne of Basket Case Greenhouse

Front garden, looking south, with white phlox and Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’

Nasturtium ‘Phoenix’

Front garden, looking north (I noticed the pub sign had not been hung up for the day.)

lily, with billows of unblooming cosmos

looking south from the north end

I resolved that we must mulch the frustratingly sparse looking north end.

The most northern, outside the fence bed was apparently a repository for all sorts of extra perennials, and all we have done to it is weed it.  I’d like to make it more interesting next year.

rather dull with lots of asters and orange montbretia, which have got to go.

I don’t know why I didn’t already make it better; we started this job in late February, as I recall.

Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ and Euphorbia characias wulfenii can stay.

We also learned that one more upstairs room had a balcony with a miserable little pot of half dead plants.

Allan’s photo of the private deck of room 11

He schlepped it out of the room and down the stairs.

We will replant it with something next week.

I looked at the garden from various sidewalk aspects.

This patch of Crocosmia is slowly succumbing to rust, due to too much shade and not enough air circulation.  I later came up with an idea for next year.

I longed to finish the day with a meal in the pub, but we had to leave so that we could water…


I gave the boatyard an hour of weeding and a half hour of watering while Allan watered the street trees and planters.

boatyard garden

the west side of the boatyard

Across the street from the smaller boats to the left is my old garden. The fellow who bought it from me, an accomplished and creative carpenter, has it almost paid off.  I would love to see the remodeling he has done.  I dream sometimes about going there and finidng it all changed.

My “please don’t pick me” sign on the Echinops appears to be working.

watering from behind the fence

I’m going to divide this vigorous helianthus into several more clumps.

same audience every time I water here

One of the two chickadees posed as a figurehead.

I am pleased the deer don’t eat the lilies.

Meanwhile, Allan had pulled the flower-jacked gladiolus corms.


I still do not know who sticks glads in the planters.  It is not working out well as the flowers get so frequently stolen.

I went with Allan to weed while he watered the fire station garden when he’d finished the planters (at 8 PM).

our volunteer garden at Ilwaco Fire Dept.

my two terribly slow ornamental corn plants from seed

When we got home at twilight, I was pleased to see that the Norwood house had been painted a pretty pale blue by Precision Coast Painting, which had accomplished this excellent job quickly and quietly without a noisy paint sprayer.

A pretty addition of colour to our street



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Monday, 23 July 2018

Long Beach

We watered, deadheaded, and otherwise tidied the street trees gardens and planters. The wind was annoying but not terribly cold…yet.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo


Variegated bulbous oat grass, which to some looks like a weed.

But look! It’s variegated! (At least unless it reverts to green blades and then out it goes.)

Allan’s photo: Funny hats are a common sight in Long Beach.

new lilies in Fifth Street Park

For those familiar with Long Beach, you will know where I mean when I say the two garden beds just south of Funland are not ours to care for.  Funland just mulched them with these pine needles; both Allan and I found that interesting when we walked by it at different times.

my photo

Allan’s photo

Allan got done before me and pulled horsetail from the corner bed at Veterans Field, where he found a sign of the Friday Farmers Market:

among the Brodiaea ‘Queen Fabiola’ (Allan’s photo)

I recently read that Brodiaea likes dry conditions and so am going to try it out at the port curbside gardens.

Gaura lindheimeri ‘Whirling Butterflies’ at the Vet Field flag pavilion

I wonder if after we finally retire from LB someday, will someone put in a more traditional red, white and blue garden?

I took photos of 17 of the 18 street tree gardens and am going to publish a reference post (just once, not every month) tomorrow morning. (There is a long, non-bloggable story of why just 17.)

Shelburne Hotel

We watered, including Allan checking on the upstairs balcony and deck pots.

room 4 deck

The rose that got moved to the room 4 deck is going to flower. I hope it is a good one and not some old root stock.  It is happy here.

I love working at the Shelburne.  The garden makes me happy.  Today was an intense session of thinning and editing, including pulling a sheaf of Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ had appeared to have gladiolus rust and needed to depart the garden post haste, bagged.  There is way too much Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ spread all around anyway, although I did not feel as much that way when it was in full bloom.

Along the railing (right) is where I pulled suspect crocosmia.

I debated in early spring about whether to prune or remove that ‘Helmond Pillar’ Barberry. Glad I pruned the pitiful branches and let it revive itself.

The garden got some breathing room by the pulling of running aster, mostly.

I keep cutting back the Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ so it won’t block the pub sign from the street view.


When we left the sheltered Shelburne garden, we realized that a strong cold wind of at least 20 mph had kicked up.  It was blasting fiercely along the boatyard garden, where I had to water.  I felt tremendously sorry for myself, wearing a winter scarf in late July and so very cold.

not enjoyable at all

my audience

I wondered if the birds were cold, too.

The larger boats gave me some temporary shelter from the cold north wind.

I had no will to weed in the icy gale.

horrible horsetail

After watering and deadheading a few sweet peas, I just walked by the garden and on home.

Someone had picked more blue globe thistle right under one of the signs…

“Please leave flowers for everyone to enjoy.”

…and had pulled some out by the roots and just left it there.

Perhaps a passerby interrupted the thievery or perhaps the thief decided the stem was too stickery.

Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’ is looking brown instead of silver.

too much wind? not enough water?

?? why?

santolina with pesky self sown orange montbretia

I’d like to pull swathes of floppy California poppies, but not today.

My walk home:

mystery paths in the field across the street

First Avenue

Behind the museum is the Discovery Garden, which is now maintained by the Pacific County Master Gardeners.

Interpretive sign from the original park installation.

This was formerly a recirculating stream.

formerly upper pool of little stream

Our friend Bill Clearman helped to construct this memorial wall.  I feel that these big planters distract from viewing its beauty.

This was the unobstructed wall years ago.

The tiles are by Renee O’Connor.

As for the plans that the MGs have for this garden, you can read about their project here.  I am not a Master Gardener so am not involved in this volunteer project.  I admit to a prejudice against “native plant gardens”. It is a rare artificially created native landscape that doesn’t look just scruffy, in my opinion.  It can be done, by the brilliant Leslie Buck, for one.

I hoped to see some of the feral cat colony (featuring many orange cats with quizzical faces) further down the block.  They were all sheltered somewhere out of the wind.

On Main Street (which is not very “main”, being only two and a half blocks long).

Meanwhile, Allan had watered the Ilwaco street trees and planters with the water trailer, also not enjoyable I am sure (but at least it is a little bit in and out of the van and thus with breaks from the wind).

for those interested in the mechanics of watering the Ilwaco planters

We did not plant gladiolas in any of the planters.  Someone persists in planting them in the planters, and someone (else, I am sure) persists in picking them pretty much every year when they are at their best.

finger blight

I told Allan later to just pull out the foliage and corm when that happens.

I texted him when I got home; he had just started hose watering our volunteer gardens at the fire station and the post office.  A nine hour day for me and longer for him.


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Thursday, 19 July 2018

Someone didn’t want us to go to work.

Long Beach

We watered the downtown planters.  I chatted, while watering, with Max of Carnival Gifts about his electric bike and told him my favourite blogger might be interested to see some photos.

From an article in Coast River Business Journal, written by Luke Whittaker.  I wish I could find it online to share:

the Dapper Mobile, photographed by Allan earlier this month

Allan’s photo

Geranium ‘Rozanne’ (Allan’s photo)

(I realized when proofreading that the rest of this Long Beach segment is just a lot of kvetching.  Sorry!)

I did four blocks worth of planters and Allan did two, so that he would have time to apply the string trimmer to a difficult. rooty, wet area of Fifth Street Park that is time consuming and unsuccessful to weed.


after, maybe a little better?  At least the weed sedges are topped off.

What a mess that bed is, with everything wrapped in the roots of the trees.

Meanwhile, while I was watering, a shopkeeper told me that the tree beds on her block get walked in by kids whose parents are sitting on the bench.  We mulched one of the small beds on Monday, and I am thinking about something tougher (but not thorny) to plant in fall.  A poppy which had reseeded in there from somewhere (one I had not planted) was being closely watched for seeds by the shopkeeper.  However, today I saw that someone had picked the green poppy seed heads. How disappointing.

You can see the bare stems against the tree.

Two of the trees on other blocks have no working water, so their little gardens will have a sparser look as the summer goes by.  They were planted back when they did have working water, back when I would stick in plants I could get for free.

That’s why this one looks kind of dead along the curb.

My favourite planter is off balance because a golden fuchsia dwindled on one side and an agastache plotzed on the other side.

still my favourite nevertheless

Below: Here is some painted sage that is looking not bad.  No one has asked what it is for the past two years. In olden times it was my most asked about plant.

Salvia viridis and Cosmos ‘Sonata’

My plan had been to tidy the Veterans Field gardens after Fifth Street Park and then head for the Shelburne, where I longed to be. I had neglected to pay attention to the events schedule.  When I saw the signs for Sandsations sand sculpture contest out at the beach, I realized with a sense of doom (to my planned time schedule) that the beach approaches would be in extra heavy use this weekend and therefore their planters needed to be checked.

Sandsations just starting up (Allan’s photo)

Fortunately, the Bolstad approach garden did not look too bad.

The planters, which have no plumbing for watering, are another story.  When we got into our sixties, we stopped watering them by schlepping buckets of water.  That would be about four hundred pounds of water a week, and we are too old for that.  They get a light spray now and then from the city crew and their pump truck.  No one has time to soak them the way they need. (They started out years ago being done by volunteers.)

popped off seed heads of sea thrift (Allan’s photo)

unhappy rosemary

even the beach strawberry is drying up…

Some of them could be watered by a hose, a time consuming task that involves dragging a long hose for blocks and hooking it up in holes in the ground (under metal hatches, where jumping spiders live).  Not only am I too busy for that now, but that water line has been turned off for the last few years.

The Bolstad planter which I had originally done as a volunteer has a kite stealing light pole.

Allan’s photo

So, what does okay in those planters? Santolina, so far, and some lavenders, although I don’t know if they will look like much after two more months of drought. Armeria does okay but gets stolen a lot.

clipping thirsty catmint, with a santolina in view

Santolina viridis

My plan: dig out that beach strawberry, add new soil, and stick in more cuttings of santolina.  I cannot put in new plants because they will be stolen.  Cuttings might survive.  I can’t use charming succulents because of thieving varmints.

At ground level, the drought tolerant common plants have their roots firmly down and are able to survive and still provide some beauty.

It was a pleasure to get over to the Sid Snyder Drive approach where each planter is plumbed with cold delicious water to which we hook up our short hoses.

My views while watering near the trail rides:

Inn at Discovery Coast (with ocean view) is owned by the same good folks who now own the Shelburne.

On the way back to town, we checked on the World Kite Museum which is being well cared for and watered by the staff.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

penstemon in one of the planters

Finally, we were able to go to

The Shelburne Hotel

whose garden I had been longing to be in all day.

I had made up a pot of corkscrew sedge to put in our new little shady bog garden. It is a plastic basin sunk in by where people walk into the restaurant dining room (open now on Friday and Saturday nights).  I don’t know when it was installed.  Perhaps it was intended to be a pond, but it is filled now with mud.

Monday it looked like this:

This odd little nook had the native blackberry in it.


The corkscrew sedge is not as exciting as I thought it would be.  Next week, we will put in some golden hued grass that likes wet feet.  I had to drag David, a staff member, over to see this project because I am really quite chuffed about it. He liked it, too.

We watered and did as much garden tidying and editing as two hours allowed.  Saturday, there will be a “garden chat” with a local political candidate, so we wanted the garden to look its best.  We soaked it extra well because we want Friday off and will be garden touring in Oregon on Saturday the 21st.

My garden appreciation tour when we were done:

Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’

Shelburne painted sage looking great!

looking north from main entry

looking south

south side of the front garden

At the end of that south path is my nemesis, which was here already when I first worked in this garden twenty years ago.

the dreaded variegated aegepodium (ground elder)

To my right, in great quantity, aegepodium

In the back garden, I am still working on filling in a shade border that is partly choked with houttynia, an aggressive ground cover.

This part still is frustrating to me.  The houttynia part is behind me while I took this.

The totem garden is coming along nicely.

I then had to tear myself away from the Shelburne to weed in


at the boatyard garden while Allan watered the planters.  I knew I’d be stuck at the boatyard for over an hour and a half, with the wheelbarrow and trailer, while Allan watered the planters with the water trailer.  It seemed like an awfully long time when I started at seven, but I found plenty to do.

an evening of weeding

I found pulled and cut elephant garlic right by one of Don Nisbett’s new please don’t pick the flowers signs.

insert frowning emoji here

The Pennisetum macrourum we pulled huge clumps of this spring is determined to come back.  Humans will win this one.

looking south

a passerby

Allan’s watering photos:

Someone, not us, planted gladiolus in the Peninsula Sanitation planter.

deer are still eating the nasturtiums

bachelor buttons in our volunteer garden at the fire station

Tomorrow: a day off to recuperate and garden putter before the Tillamook garden tour. You might have noticed we have not had our Garden Gang weekly dinner or indeed any dinners out lately.  The watering needs are all consuming and have swallowed up our dining out time.

Friday, 20 July 2018

I puttered rather aimlessly in the garden, accomplishing little other than weeding one small difficult area and running six sprinklers in succession.  I find unless I have at least two days off in a row, with the first to recuperate from work, I don’t get much done.  I had no camera with me so no record of my meager gardening.

I certainly did enjoy being out there, though.  The garden, albeit somewhat weedy, was looking quite fine and I was surrounded by lily fragrance.

We had four visitors, a mother and daughter:

with Sara and Connie

a fun visit

Connie has moved close by so I look forward to visiting her soon and meeting her poodles, one young and large and one elderly and small.  Really avid blog readers might recall a walk home from the boatyard when I hesitated to walk up a local street because of a big black unfamiliar dog.  Turns out that was Sara’s dog, visiting Connie, and he is a nice friendly dog who I also want to meet soon.

Later, our neighbour Jessika of Starvation Alley Cranberry Farm came to tour the garden with her six month old, Willa.  Allan was out and missed the fun of seeing Willa’s attentiveness and interest in assorted flowers.

Tomorrow: We will begin three days of double posting of the Tillamook/Cape Meares garden tour, with the final tour garden being quite phenomenal.











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Wednesday, 17 July 2018

I call the day we go to Klipsan Beach Cottages our “north end” day out of habit, because it used to include Marilyn’s garden up in Surfside.  KBC is north, but the peninsula goes on considerably further north.

You can see above Grayland, on the other side of the mouth of Willapa Bay, where we had such lovely garden touring on the weekend.

We started at

The Depot Restaurant

with the usual weeding and no watering.  Although the sprinkler system does not hit the whole garden, last night’s rain had it wet enough.

Direama (Angel’s Fishing Rod)

I deadheaded and checked on the watering of the plantings on the north side; the window boxes and barrels were planted up by Roxanne of the Basket Case Greenhouse.

Just west across the street is the Sou’wester Lodge and RV park, where cabins and vintage trailers are for rent.  All sorts of interesting artistic and musical events happen there.  For the last almost two years, I have been too tired to go to them; it’s not that I have lost interest. The energy to get out and about in the evening is not there, especially if it involves socializing with new people.  I get too tired to make words (although Allan might disagree about how many words I make).

I advise you to check The Sou’wester out, maybe stay there when you visit our area.

At the Depot, I keep picking away at the escallonia that wants to block the sign.  Yes, if it were mine, I would cut it all the way down.  But I can’t here, so I keep thinning it to try to get new growth all the way through, and then I can cut it way back.  It was not such a problem before that sign about the Clamshell Railway went in.

We stopped at Sid’s Market, across the street from the Shelburne, for some milk for a friend.  With no cars parked in front, I had a great view of the Shelburne Hotel.

The Red Barn

We did our usual weeding, watering and deadheading.  The deadheading of shasta daisies has begun.

our good friend Rosie and the garden

by the main barn door

It’s a small garden.

I like seeing the horses.

by the side barn door


Diane’s garden

When we arrived at Diane’s garden, I saw a big hanging basket with a card sitting on the back steps and immediately knew that Larry, who had been very ill, had passed away.  The garden today was cared for with sadness.  Every galvanized container, large and small, in my garden is from Larry, who used to collect them for us.  He had a saw sharpening business in the past and made a special little rig (my word) to sharpen the blades of Allan’s little rechargeable chain saw.

I had decided to plant one of my three Teucrium ‘Purple Tails’ from Markham Farm along the roadside garden, because it is a tough plant. A bee discovered it while it was waiting in the parking area.

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

in its new home (Allan’s photo)

roadside garden

the raised box garden

Cosmos ‘Pop Socks’

Nasturtium ‘Caribbean Cocktail’

The Basket Case Greenhouse

Roxanne had grown me some Eryngium giganteum from a seed packet I bought.  I am terrible at growing from seed.  They look good.

I bought them all.  She also gave me some agastaches and other plants that she grew from seed as a gift to comfort me for the earlier Agastache Catastrophe of 2018. Please note that her nursery had nothing to do with said catastrophe; she was just sympathetic because I kvetched a lot to her about it.

Roxanne and a bouquet

Fortunately, Allan realized before we drove off that I had put the flat of eryngiums on the trailer hitch and forgotten to load them into the van. Otherwise we would perhaps have had an eryngium catastrophe today.

Joe’s Place

We had two things to deliver to our friend Joe, whose truck was broken down: a maritime history magazine from the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum and a half gallon of milk.  I have written about Joe’s place before, here.

Joe, a veteran, is flying his flag as a distress signal because of his concern over the Trump-Putin connection.

Joe creates and sells “Dangerous Toys”.

driveway partly made of crushed china

fence; I share Joe’s liking for old Spartan trailers.

Klipsan Beach Cottages

Just our usual summertime hour of tidying the fenced garden and surrounding areas.

outside the fenced garden

elephant garlic with little paper hat on



and lily

and lily

and lily



And what do I see in the photo above but a bunch of bindweed that I missed while I was there.

agapanthus, much deeper blue than the bright sunlight shows

Allan’s photo

our good friend Bella (Allan’s photo)

Shelburne Hotel

We would be watering and tidying tomorrow.  Today, we just had a little project, putting a canna in the bog garden that Allan cleared of blackberries last time.  Even though it won’t get enough sun, I hope it will look ok for the rest of the summer.  My plan is to put some darmera peltata starts in there in the fall.

Last time:

This odd little nook had the native blackberry in it.


Allan’s photo

A big plastic tub is in the basis for this; maybe it was once supposed to be a pool.  It is by the ramp where one enters the north side of the restaurant dining room:

Or one can walk this way to the front door.

In the back yard, I found that the Sunset runner beans (grown from seed by Roxanne) have beans now.

front garden: sorry to see the goatsbeard flowers fading to brown

Nicotiana ‘Fragrant Cloud’

Port of Ilwaco

We did the watering of the curbside gardens.

telephoto at midway

Allan had bought a new hose (because of the one that got its end driven on yesterday).  I am pleased that it is long enough to reach the drive-over garden…if I shoot the water at it from five feet away.

Allan dragged the heavy hose for me past the garden he was watering to the next one.

by ArtPort Gallery

I delegate most of the weeding of that one to Allan because I find it painful to walk on river rock.

my view while dumping some garbage in a port wheelie bin

A bit of our old garden is trying to survive the construction (new wall and windows) at the port office.

Hang in there, garden will be back soon.

pots at OleBob’s Café and fish market

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

Eryngium (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

I think that when Sapphire Blue reseeds itself, it turns itself into this basic, beautiful, smaller flowered eryngium.  Is that possible?

If we can polish off the rest of the week’s tasks tomorrow, we will have Friday off. I want to enjoy my own garden in the peak of my lily season.



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In real time, this is tomorrow:

Monday, 2 July 2018

Long Beach

We tidied up the much neglected popouts on Ocean Beach Boulevard, because they will get lots of walk-bys on the Fourth of July.  These three popouts never get supplemental water.

little pop out before


sidewalk tile by Renee O’Connor

next little pop out before

after (Allan’s photos)

big pop out; so far, the roses are not too tall to block traffic sightlines.


after (Allan’s photos)

There is a fourth tiny popout that I completely forgot about.  Ooooops.

We dumped a load of debris.

in the pond at the city works yard (Allan’s photo)

We watered the street trees (Allan) and planters (both of us–18 trees and 36 plus planters).

Allan’s photo: oenothera on the run

busy town (Allan’s photo)

It is hard to make one’s way through with hose and buckets sometimes.

Salvia viridis, Cosmos ‘Pop Socks’, Geranium ‘Rozanne’, diascia (Allan’s photo)

Rose ‘Super Dorothy’ and Alchemilla mollis (Allan’s photo)

Allium christophii and California poppies

No one asked about Alliums today.  The Fourth of July draws a different sort of crowd. I have noticed this before.

A snail tried a great escape from my bucket. I have a place where I release them.

Third Street intersection

The most sat upon planter with Calif poppy pushed over.

Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ at Wind World Kites

Baskets by Basket Case Greenhouse

The smell of sugar for a block around Scoopers ice cream shop…

We need to find time to weed the pond garden….

Fifth Street Park

lots of Sanguisorba ‘Pink Elephant’

sidalcea and Melianthus major


This veronica has to go…when we have time. Cutting back did not inspire new growth fast enough.

Shelburne Hotel

Allan did the watering while I focused on weeding.

Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ in time for July 4th…and hummingbird!  (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

Hymenocallis narcissiflora (Allan’s photo) AKA Peruvian daffodil

north end front garden (with the dreaded variegated ground elder, right)

looking north

looking south from the entry

looking south from the north end

I had gotten the garden looking as good as possible in the time that I had, because we were expecting extra special company tomorrow and Wednesday to tour some peninsula gardens.

Allan went on to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters while I went home to do some more weeding in our garden to prepare for company.




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Tuesday, 12 June 2018

at home, an allium about to doff its cap

J’s garden

We weeded and watered.

Allan used his new blower to remove the rhododendron leaves from river rock, something otherwise difficult to do.

Allan’s photo

Ilwaco Fire Station

We checked up on our three month old volunteer garden.  I wish it would fill in faster.

Mike’s garden

More weeding.

Dianthus ‘Charles Musgrave’

Alan worked on the woodsy back garden area, which we have neglected due to lack of time.  His photos:


Long Beach

We collected another bucket brigade of Soil Energy mulch from our pile at City Works and mulched one of the 13 sections out on the beach approach.

rugosa roses


Allan’s photo

Allan’s photo

single rugosa rose…

and doubles (Allan’s photos)

After coveting (again) the stone troughs of the Oysterville garden, I had cast my eye covetously on these old concrete thingies at city works that were removed when the water meter system in town was changed to something more modern.

Allan’s photo

Shelburne Hotel

Today we had time to give the garden some thorough attention.  I have realized while working here that it is the only place where I get the same sense of peace, kind of a floaty feeling, that I get in my own garden.  Not quite as much peace, because I cannot check on it every day, but almost as much.

a Shelburne frog (Allan’s photo)

A blog reader named Tina came up to me and introduced herself.  I always find that surprising and pleasing.

looking south from the north end

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’ and ‘Jade Frost’, beloved of bees

Allan’s photo

callas with fallen rhododendron flowers (Allan’s photo)

the old rhododendron (Allan’s photo)

looking north from the entryway

In back, the totem pole garden

front garden, from the sidewalk as one approaches from the south

Port of Ilwaco

Because we did not have to water, we were able to work along a good long stretch of the curbside gardens just weeding.

east end of Howerton Ave

Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’

CoHo Charters

Allan weeded the Coho lava rocks.

passersby (Allan’s photos)


They were on their way to the store about ten blocks away.

Ilwaco Pavilion

The cry of outrage disturbing the evening peace of Ilwaco was me upon seeing that someone had stolen all the flowering stems off of one of the eryngiums in the newly planted area.

finger blight

Those plants were moved from the south side garden of the port office, which now looks like this:

Time Enough Books is doing a good job with their little planters this year.

More curbside Eryngium photos by Allan:

It was a ten hour day.

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 Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Looking out my window (over the storage/water trailer/garbage area), I saw that the driveway was wet, oh joy!  Such a relief to know the gardens got some water.

Ilwaco Fire Station

I planted some assorted sunflower seeds at the fire station.

Ilwaco Post Office

I wanted to quickly plant 12 cosmos in our volunteer garden at the post office.  Quickly was not the word because of how weedy it had gotten.

It took an hour to make space and get the plants in.

While we were gardening there, someone from the port office came to get mail and told us that yesterday evening, she had seen a man and a boy picking an armload of flowers from the boatyard garden.  When she asked him not to, he was argumentative and said “No one is going to take care of them and I’m keeping them from dying.”  (“No one is going to take care of them”!!!!!!) She and I had a good conversation that I fervently hope will result, and soon, with some official “Do not pick” signage from the port.  Our polite little “Please leave the flowers for everyone to enjoy” signs are not working.

I thought of a few more things to say so I went to the port office while Allan planted cosmos in the office garden (south side).  The baskets from Basket Case Greenhouse had been hung.

Couldn’t get a long shot because the port truck was there.

curbside gardens on the south side of the port office

I did not want to look at the boatyard so we went on to add more to the planters in

Long Beach.

I am tired of planting.

I asked Allan to make room for a blue felicia daisy by the blue painted Benson’s restaurant.



The golden variegated vinca in that planter is beautiful but much too aggressive for my taste.

Allan was entertained while planting by motorcycle tourists.

taking pictures of their bikes

They asked a Long Beach crew member to take their photo with the frying pan.

The south east quadrant of Fifth Street Park:

Gunnera and Darmera peltata

Later, Allan photographed a hole where a trailing plant had gotten stolen.

I am upset. And tired of this.

We added a few cosmos to the west side of city hall.

Shelburne Hotel and Pub

Today was Melissa’s birthday.  Allan and I worked on the Shelburne garden for 45 minutes until the birthday dinner at the pub began.

the back edible and shady totem pole garden

front garden looking north

and south

In the pub:

avocado toast

chopped salad

pub burger

cranberry curd tart

Melissa declared her chocolate pot du creme the best ever.

Allan took an amusing group photo.

We stayed till well past closing time (with permission from bartender Juan).

On the way to our van, after Dave and Mel had left, we went into the back garden to see if the tiny daisy flowers of the Zaluzianskya (night scented phlox) were scenting the courtyard.  They were, intoxicatingly.

the lawn by night (Allan’s photo)

Allan’s photo, pub deck

At home, I was able to make the work list shorter by erasing Long Beach parks and planters.

*Annuals Planting Time AKA Annuals Planting Hell

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