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Saturday, 11 April 2015

I had two goals this weekend: to not leave my property and to get a great deal of weeding done.

Allan spent one of the weekend afternoons weeding his garden area and part of ours, and the other on a non-boating excursion (tomorrow’s post).

Allan’s photos of his garden:

left: Thalictrum ‘Illuminator’

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Hart's tongue fern before weeding

Hart’s tongue fern before trimming

and after

and after

Asplenium scolopendrium 'Laceratum Kaye'. Kaye's Lacerated Harts Tongue Fern.   Pam Fleming ID'ed this; Allan had been calling it spinach fern.

Asplenium scolopendrium ‘Laceratum Kaye’. Kaye’s Lacerated Harts Tongue Fern. Pam Fleming ID’ed this; Allan had been calling it spinach fern.

after trimming

after trimming

Alaska fern before

Alaska fern before

after

after

my reading day

admiring Allan's garden from the front porch

admiring Allan’s garden from the front porch

Rain squalls prevented starting till early afternoon.

Rain squalls prevented starting till early afternoon.

kitchen window view

kitchen window view

I had hope because the sky was light around the edges.

I had hope because the sky was light around the edges.

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I started to read a new library book and was immediately smitten with the story, a memoir by Amanda Palmer, the singer-songwriter of the Dresden Dolls.  I am in the dark about the last 20 years worth of alternative music, which used to be my lifeline. My ignorance is not from getting old; it’s because I lived with someone who increasingly used music as a method of sleep deprivation; when he was angry and drinking, he would play loud music all night (and then sleep in while I went to work). I learned to crave and love silence so very much that I have since then not wanted to have music on in the house. The 3 AM loud music chap and I parted ways over ten years ago. It’s sad, really, to lose the desire to listen to music. Allan listens in his workshop or on headphones. I often think if I became an invalid, I would use the time to catch up. Anyway, I watched three Dresden Dolls videos (Mechanical Boy and Anachronistic Girl and another one by just Amandaand read a bunch of her lyrics in the book and now I’m a fan, although probably a fan who can’t just sit and listen. I would go see her in concert for sure, if I lived in a city. Wish she would perform at The Sou’wester.

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She named her band after one of the most memorably harrowing and agonizing scenes I have ever read in a novel, one that made me cry buckets and that I don’t want to think about because it makes me too sad.

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Being that memorable is the power of good writing; I believe it was in high school or soon after that I Slaughterhouse Five.

This is what music used to do for me:

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And when I listened to songs by Amanda today, I knew that it still could.

Having been married to a Leedsman for a couple of years (1987-1990) for a number of reasons, one perhaps being his accent, I enjoyed this about her courtship with author Neil Gaiman:

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my weeding day

Much as Smokey and I would love to have continued to read, the sun came out so by 1:40 I was outside.  My first thought was to weed in the front garden.  It’s embarrassing that people can see weeds when they look over the fence.  I remember a friend and I making fun (between ourselves) of a professional gardener whose garden was all weedy.  He was kind of a mean fellow, so we had our reasons to make fun, but looking back on it, we were just being mean ourselves.  It amused her, and she was going through a terrible time, and I would have done much to amuse her.  I would have put on a clown nose and danced a jig…or participated in a private mean-fest about the guy’s garden…just to make her laugh for a minute.  (Usually I feel sympathy when I see someone’s weeds.)

It is, we all know, much better to refrain from meanness, even in self-defense.  Now it would be karmic justice if someone looked over my fence and make fun of this pro gardener with a zillion weeds.

  With good intention, I took some before photos:

northeast corner with much "stinkmint"

northeast corner with much “stinkmint”

slightly weedy east bed

slightly weedy east bed

an area of bad grass.  And I want to move that heather.  Try though I might, I just cannot like heather in a garden bed.

an area of bad grass. And I want to move that heather into a pot. Try though I might, I just cannot like heather in a garden bed.

weedy path to the water meter

weedy path to the water meter

Two things changed my mind and sent me to weed in the back garden instead.  One:  It was a busy Saturday on the street with lots of people (which is perfectly reasonable), and I felt a need for quiet gardening.  Two:  I remembered that I still need to fertilize the back garden and that I can’t until I get some carpets of weeds out.

This called for a whole new set of before photos.

On the way: a pause for epimidium appreciation

On the way: a pause for epimidium appreciation

Actinidia polygama on the shed

Actinidia polygama on the shed

before, east bed

before, east bed

the scrimmy little horsetail is popping up, along with new lilies

the scrimmy little horsetail is popping up, along with new lilies

from inside the weedy east bed, with Allan mowing the lawn

from inside the weedy east bed, with Allan mowing the lawn

I started with the area above because it is a hellish spot.  Once upon a time, in a budgetary crunch (because I was trying to put all extra money to getting our new house paid off…and I succeeded), I added some free horse manure to this area.  It began as a “clean” debris pile of autumn clean up garden clippings on top of newspaper, and I swore I would not let the bad aster or Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ get in there.  Now I have an area with a very nasty grass from the manure AND with Bad Aster and Lucifer!

four hours later

four hours later

Allan had weeded the raspberry row under the clothesline.

Allan had weeded the raspberry row under the clothesline.

Oh! And another thing I did:  See the purple leaved honeysuckle climbing the clothesline poles at both ends?  I had suddenly had a brainstorm when looking out my bedroom window in the morning that it is a great view blocker, so I dug up some rooted pieces and planted them along the east and west side fence where I want to block less than stellar views.

After weeding, I had a look round the bogsy wood garden for plants from Todd and found some that are emerging.

a pulsatilla

a pulsatilla

another "Todd Plant"

another “Todd Plant”

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The wind had tilted the Bogsy Wood sign.

The wind, not Smokey, had tilted the Bogsy Wood sign.

As you can see, some areas are not as thick with weeds as others (thank goodness).

looking north from the bogsy wood garden

looking north from the bogsy wood garden

evening light on the garden boat

evening light on the garden boat

the best plant table

the best plant table

looking southwest: looks great if you can't see the weeds close up

looking southwest: looks great if you can’t see the weeds close up

Allan had put out his mother's ornamental pot, that we use as a water feature.

In Allan’s garden: Allan had put out his mother’s ornamental pot, that we use as a water feature.

6:15 PM (Allan's photo)

6:15 PM (Allan’s photo)

The weather called for one more good day on Sunday (good for weeding, not reading) and then a storm on Monday (please! so I can finish that excellent book!).

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Considerable wind and rain led to a late start on our second day off accomplishments.  However, I believe it is time to declare the end of annuals planting hell, just not quite yet the end of planting.  Some gardening friends will find this amazing:  I did get every single plant of mine planted in my garden.  Allan helped with an Azara microphylla which was stuck in its pot.  By helped I mean freed it from the pot and planted it.  Other than that, I got all my cosmos and painted sage planted and even some bean seeds.  And some annoyingly small purple broccoli seeds.  Wish me luck because I am not much good at growing veg and even worse at finding time to harvest them.

These are the only plants left to plant, some at Ann’s, some at Mike’s, one at Gene’s, one at Cheri’s, two at the Depot, a couple at Larry and Robert’s, three at Dan and Leanne’s.  I am hoping to get the Ilwaco contigent all in the ground tomorrow, weather permitting:

the remaining line-up

the remaining line-up

Getting all my plants’ roots in the ground is an accomplishment, to be sure, but cleaning up afterwards wasn’t because we went to the 6:30 PM show of Star Trek: Into Darkness,  leaving the garden in quite a state.  I was ever so pleased with the film, especially the reverse echoing of a certain scene in The Wrath of Khan.  I wish I had torn myself away from planting to go see Iron Man 3 before it left town.  It won’t be as impressive on my 32 year old television set.  But I will have subtitles so won’t miss any dialog.

So, the tomatoes are planted up in the greenhouse, but the greenhouse is a mess.

I take the shelves out, and then the framework helps support the tomatoes.

I take the shelves out, and then the framework helps support the tomatoes.

The plants are in the ground, but the garden is in a state of minor chaos.

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Typically, I had let a triad of ‘Bright Lights’ Swiss Chard get taller than me without eating any.  The seed heads look like some sort of conifer.

gone to seed

going to seed

I may get some help picking up all the plant droppings, as Allan will want to mow the lawn at the next opportunity.

Two of my water tubs are rather a mess.  The one on the left needs to have last year’s dead growth cut out, and I have left it far too late.  On the right, there may be no hope, but those pots are going to be awfully heavy to pull out of the water.

in a sad state

in a sad state

My river of blue Geranium ‘Rozanne’ is showing just a few blue flowers.  Unfortunately, I could not find all the Allium albopilosum to move them further out last fall, and the ones that remain in the river are already being swallowed.  I thought they would float on top like round glass balls but the geranium is much bigger than I had expected.

Rozanne river drowns Alliums!

Rozanne river drowns Alliums!

This year I am going to mark each Allium for saving.  I know from sad experience that they do not like being moved at this time.

The patio containers are planted, but the patio is all messy; the Cosmos is moved from next to the greenhouse and the bean seeds planted, but the weeds are scattered higglety pigglety.

much to do

Here are some good things:

Dianthus and Alliums

Dianthus and Alliums

an iris

an iris

Primula vialii

Primula vialii

Camassia leichtlinii alba

Camassia leichtlinii alba

wind battered ornamental rhubarb, like red velvelt

wind battered ornamental rhubarb, like red velvet

Agastache and Persicaria

Agastache , Iris, and Persicaria

(The lawn along this part is all creeping buttercup.  I won’t use weed and feed, so that’s just the way it is.  Would love an organic solution other than digging.)

Parahebe 'Waterfall Mist'

Parahebe ‘Waterfall Mist’

Parahebe perfoliata

Parahebe perfoliata

When I ordered Parahebe from a catalog with text but no photos, I thought it would be the one I had grown before (Parahebe perfoliata), with Eucalyptus-looking leaves and blue flowers.   It isn’t, but I love the low white one, and I think if I shear it after blooming (which I did not do last year), it might rebloom.

Osteospermum and Penstemon came through the winter in a big pot!

Osteospermum and Penstemon came through the winter in a big pot!

Solanum crispum 'Glasnevin', (potato vine)

Solanum crispum ‘Glasnevin’ (potato vine)

Thalictrum 'Illuminator'

Thalictrum ‘Illuminator’

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Finally, although my bird photography skills are poor, here is a bird for Mr. Tootlepedal.

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