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Friday, 19 August 2016

Today was Skooter’s freedom day.

Skooter is so ready to get out of the bedroom.

Skooter is so ready to get out of the bedroom.

As soon as I got up, I opened the door to the rest of the house and moved Skooter’s cat tower to the living room.

Skooter's first free foray into the house. (The other episodes were breaks for freedom.)

Skooter’s first free foray into the house. (All but one of the other episodes were breaks for freedom.)


living room freedom

living room freedom


exploration

exploration

Calvin had gone outside.  There was no hissing between Frosty, Smokey, and Skooter.

Smokey was curious.

Smokey was curious.

After some exploring, Skooter went right back to the bedroom.

his familiar south window

his familiar south window

Meanwhile, Frosty had a good play session with his new Kitty Karrot from Snooter-doots.

the illusive caticorn

the illusive caticorn

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"Thanks, Snooter-doots Gina!"

“Thanks, Snooter-doots Gina!”


Smokey abounding in dignity and reserve.

Smokey abounding in dignity and reserve.


hind feet action

hind feet action

Skooter returned to the living room and wished I would open the door.

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I want him to discover the cat door.  I think that will make a clearer memory of how to come back in.

meanwhile....

meanwhile….Frosty has slipped his Birds Be Safe collar.  Too hot to go look for it outside.

Skooter was looking when Smokey went out the cat door.

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Huh.

Huh.


investigating

investigating


"How did he get out there???"

“How did he get out there???”

Maybe the heat was addling Skooter’s brain.  He did not figure out the cat door.

unusual heat for the beach

unusual heat for the beach


back to the bedroom

back to the bedroom

As the weather reached 100 degrees, every cat lay flat.

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I debated between a book and blogging/Facebook.  The computer won.

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As a breeze came up and the weather cooled a bit, Calvin returned from wherever he had been.

"Is that new guy around??"

“Is that new guy around??”

Calvin is the skittish one.

I found Skooter sleeping in the bathroom sink.  Cool porcelain must feel good.

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I did not set foot outside except to water hanging baskets from the porch.  Allan was more ambitious (as usual) and hung laundry out on the line.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I simply must check the plants in the greenhouse now that it is cooler.

a north wind that makes me happy

a north wind that makes me happy for a change

We have dinner plans and so I think today’s outdoor freedom day won’t happen for Skooter.  Tomorrow, I will give him cat door lessons because I do want his first outdoor day to be one where I am at home.

At The Cove Restaurant

At The Cove Restaurant


the view from our table

the view from our table


joined by Ann Amato-Zorich

Dave, Melissa, and I, joined by Ann Amato-Zorich from Portland (and Naselle)


tuna poke (Allan's photo)

tuna poke (Allan’s photo)


Fish and chips for Ann (who was teasing me when I said "Look cute!")

Fish and chips for Ann (who was teasing me when I said “Look cute!”)


Our Amateur Bot-ann-ist

Our Amateur Bot-ann-ist (Allan’s photo)

Tomorrow, Ann would be going on a boating trip to Long Island in Willapa Bay, a trip that Dave, Melissa, J9, and Allan had all signed up for (and paid $20 to join the sponsoring group).  Allan and J9 did not get in because they read the email address wrong; it was a tremendously dyslexic-unfriendly address.  So even though 100 people (including Todd) got to go, my four friends would have to find other entertainment tomorrow.


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1995 (age 71):

August 19:  I moved the chrysanthemums from the pallet boards and trimmed them and arranged them in trays according to height.  I’ll start planting the healthy ones next week.

1998 (age 74):

August 19: Noon-5:00  WARM  75 degrees  I didn’t get out until noon.  I wanted to finish sieving the compost but it got too hot.  I started sorting the washed pots and trays.  I found 30-40 trays in the garage that were dirty so washed them.  I brought out the last 3 trays from the shop and dumped them.  If it’s hot again tomorrow I think I’ll plant some various seedlings into large pots to set out as they bloom.

 

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Tuesday, 24 February 2015

On the way to work, the planter at the Ilwaco Post office has narcissi and the buds of Tulip sylvestris

On the way to work, the planter at the Ilwaco Post office has narcissi and the buds of Tulip sylvestris

In Ocean Park, we had to fuel up with some coffee at the Kiss of Mist espresso drive through.

Kiss of Mist

Kiss of Mist drive through

Marilyn’s Garden, Surfside

I was curious just how long it takes to get to Marilyn’s, our furthest job from home, so I let Map My Walk map our drive.

14.51 miles, 30 minutes

14.51 miles, 30 minutes

This is a good time to sadly reveal that the blue line has NOT meant Allan’s walk as compared to mine.  Turns out the blue line is just a “segment” of my walk (or ride) that appears if I run my cursor over a list of segments on the side of the app.  Sorry to have misled you all!

Map My Walk is also a little weird in that it implies I hared around all over the place on this job, into the house, and over into the neighbours’ yards.  I swear that never happened!

Today's work, with odd digressions

Today’s work, with odd digressions

If I can trust the mapping distance, it says I walked 4.08 miles, 9,754 steps, in three and a half hours at Marilyn’s garden.  It certainly felt like that long of a distance is possible with the backing and forthing to put debris in the trailer.

Marilyn's garden, before, looking south

Marilyn’s garden, before, looking south

I was thrilled, upon wading into the garden to clip, to find that the akebia I planted two or more years ago has finally evaded the voracious deer and climbed up an old snag tree.

Akebia

Akebia

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sweetly fragrant flowers

sweetly fragrant flowers

a triumph at last!

a triumph at last!  I sniffed and gloated.  No, rejoiced sounds better.

akebia

The neighbour had wanted us to take down that snag and I kept it as that akebia was struggling to hard to get going on it.

Today, the neighbour wanted us to get rid of the English Laurel that has sprouted up (probably from a seed from a big one in her yard) near the property line.  I said if it was on her side, she was welcome to cut it down, but if it was on Marilyn’s side, I wanted to keep it.  While I am no big fan of English Laurel, I am a huge fan of “blocking the eye” at a garden’s edge unless there is a gorgeous view beyond, and it has been very hard to get anything evergreen other than slow growing evergreen huckleberry to “take” along this line,  what with the deer chomping down the escallonia and other solutions that I have tried.  I said we would keep it clipped, and asked Allan if he would bring it down to the height of the gutters.

Allan approaches the laurel with implements of destruction.

Allan approaches the laurel with implements of destruction.

I was weeding by the driveway.  Soon I was crying out “Noooooo!” as he clipped the first of the three sprouts much lower than I had wanted.

He cut this much....

He cut this much….

When all I had wanted clipped was THIS much.

When all I had wanted clipped was THIS much.

So who wins the battle of pruning, the one with the clippers or the one who protests the loudest?  At least the other two uprights were clipped the way I wanted them.

The drama ends with a compromise.

The drama ends with a compromise.  Allan is being careful not to step on narcissi.

As you can see, by then we were done cutting down the ornamental grasses, which all needed clipping.  It was a joy to take down the Solidago ‘Fireworks’ and Helianthus ‘Lemon Queen’ that just broke off easily at the base with no clipping required.

This juniper (Moon-something, 'Blue Moon' or 'Moonglow'?) has resisted deer nibbling.

At the back: This juniper (Moon-something, ‘Blue Moon’ or ‘Moonglow’?) has resisted deer nibbling, as has the little Ilex ‘Sky Pencil’.

'Wilma Goldcrest' cypress is also not bothered by deer...

‘Wilma Goldcrest’ cypress is also not bothered by deer…

But just since winter, her backside does not look as good as her frontside.

But just since winter, her backside does not look as good as her frontside.

Another successful deer resistant plant is this Ilex, or is it a boxwood?  I fear I don't know how to tell them apart.

Another successful deer resistant plant is this Ilex, or is it a boxwood? I fear I don’t know how to tell them apart.

Nothing but the big ornamental grasses have been truly successful at making a visual wall at the back of the garden, and of course, they are only tall in summer.  I had thought of leaving the Buddleia (a sterile kind) up…but I just couldn’t.

Buddleia, before

Buddleia, before

and after

and after

I was delighted to have time to do some weeding and still be out of there in time to make it to the dump.  I had not that we would get done that soon and figured we would have to keep a trailer load of debris overnight and deal with disposal tomorrow.

I had a visitor while doing the final weeding.

Skooter was very taken with the Nepeta 'Walker's Low' (catmint).

Skooter was very taken with the Nepeta ‘Walker’s Low’ (catmint).

After his roll in the catmint, Skooter helped me finish weeding.

After his roll in the catmint, Skooter helped me finish weeding.

a lovely hellebore in Marilyn's garden

a lovely hellebore in Marilyn’s garden

little dried figs

You can see the fig tree on the left against the house.

after; the garden could use some mulch...

after; the garden could use some mulch…We left some debris, as its breakdown will improve the soil.

SKooter and a large hellebore

Skooter and a large hellebore

the garden, after

the garden, after

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with Skooter posing handsomely.

with Skooter posing handsomely.

We worked at blazing speed and we were done in time for a trip to the dump, a 14 mile, 42 minute drive.

from Marilyn's to the dump is a half hour drive.

I have thought of making a debris pile at the south end of Marilyn’s garden, just where the garden slopes down.  That is always BEFORE I realize again just how much debris the spring clean up creates. The dump scale showed we offloaded 240 pounds of debris.

in to the Peninsula Sanitation dump...

in to the Peninsula Sanitation dump…

a full load, plus some buckets of weeds in the van

a full load, plus some buckets of weeds in the van

the offloaded pile

the offloaded pile

and out again; did I do the math right?

and out again; did I do the math right?

We had time to do one more job at the end of the day.

Long Beach: Sid Snyder Way beach approach

We had some planters to clean up along this road to the beach.  The first one was so bothersome to me that I thought “I am gonna have to dig this one out…next time”) and then found myself walking back to the van (which was parked by planter number two, on which Allan was working) to get the pick.

before, all a mess with plain green annoying creeping Jenny

before, all a mess with plain green annoying creeping Jenny and weeds

after, because I just could not stand that corner any more.  Allan came later and swept it.

after, because I just could not stand that corner any more. Allan came later and swept it.

While I worked on more planters, Allan checked on the kite museum garden.

While I worked on more planters, Allan checked on the kite museum garden.

kite museum garden, before

the kite museum’s little entry garden, before

full of deer hoof prints!

full of deer hoof prints!

tidied up by Allan

tidied up by Allan

Sid Snyder, looking west

Sid Snyder, looking west, as I continued to do planters

I'm happy to see the narcissi are not getting picked this year.

I’m happy to see the narcissi are not getting picked this year.

although they are getting nibbled by snails.

although they are getting nibbled by snails.

Annoyed at planter being used as an ashtray!

Annoyed at planter being used as an ashtray!

I have friends who smoke who will pinch their cigarette butts out and carry them away in their pockets rather than litter like this.

The next planter has a chronic problem of sinking soil, and I do not know why.

The next planter has a chronic problem of sinking soil, and I do not know why.

The very last planter is still done by volunteers...the only one that's true of...I was not going to clean it up but I simply had to.

The very last planter is still done by volunteers…the only one that’s true of…I was not going to clean it up but I simply had to.

Now it's ready for new plants, after removing all the dead annuals (and weeds).

Now it’s ready for new plants, after removing all the dead annuals (and weeds).

By now, Allan had joined me and he took care of the second to last planter.

And there is the ocean, viewed just before we drove home to an evening of blogging.

And there is the ocean, viewed just before we drove home to an evening of blogging.

left: I got to cross two jobs of the work list tonight!  right: The March schedule is already filling up.

left: I got to cross two jobs of the work list tonight! right: The March schedule is already filling up.

At home, I had the best news of the past week.  Bob Nold, of the Miserable Gardener blog (one of my two most favourite blogs), has a new puppy.  You can meet Mani the puppy right here.

Next:  a slide show post of Marilyn’s garden in 2014.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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