Posts Tagged ‘Third Street Park’

Friday, 11 February 2022

Long Beach

We started on the SE quadrant of Fifth Street Park. I pulled some tatty hesperantha out of a planter next to the park…

…and weeded the street tree nearby, which has a continuing infestation of creeping sorrel that got worse with last year’s neglect. Before and after:

Allan string trimmed the bed in the park under three maples. It is a mess that I rebelled against weeding a few years back, and we had resorted to flattening it with the strimmer a couple of times a year. The bed is sodden with some kind of sprinkler or nearby pond leak, and the weed roots are all entwined with the tree roots. I have campaigned to have the entire bed removed, as even the trees are unhappy in the sodden muck.

After an entire year of not being weeded or trimmed
The sea turtle bench is by local chainsaw artist Joshua Blewett.

Meanwhile, I weeded the new-in-autumn-of-2019 bed that had had a year’s worth of weeds in it when we came back to it in autumn 2020. It will take some time for the effects of a year of reseeding and spreading weeds to be undone, which is one of the reasons we decided to take the job back on. The deer have, unfortunately, discovered the tulips in this bed. They looked pretty last May…among the weeds, which were taller than the tulips then. I remember how it felt to drive by, see the mess, and not be able to fix it.

Just as we were about to move on from this park, I remembered the hydrangea in the corner. If it is not pruned down, the flowers won’t even show because of the lower branches of the adjacent maple tree. And it had not been pruned since 2020.

We did not plant the ivy!

We then dumped a load of debris in order to make room for the next project.

Third Street Park was next because we managed to snag the one perfect, elusive parking spot for pruning the hydrangeas along the north side of the park.

A rhododendron that had been sickly and got cut down has put out a new poorly-placed sprout, and the stump has some interesting fungi.

Working in Long Beach often attracts an audience.

Although I could spend hours more thinning and perfecting each hydrangea, we don’t have hours more.

Our trailer was full again. We took another load of debris to city works, just about eight blocks away, and this time we saw our good friend Terran of BeeKissed Gardening, waiting to get a load of biosolids mulch.

For our last portion of the day, we parked by the old police station, which is now a visitors’ center and Long Beach Merchants building (with printing and other business services). I trimmed a hydrangea and did some weeding behind the Lewis and Clark Square wall, which has plaques for each future town they visited on their journey of exploration.

I weeded the two beds in nearby Veterans Field and planted some white phlox and some Shasta daisies.

Allan took on one of the most unpleasantly stabby jobs of the spring, cutting all the rugosa roses (‘Blanc Double de Colbert’) to the ground on the south side of the building. (Longtime readers may recall that weeding the beach approach was the worst spring job…but we’ve made it clear that we won’t do that extensive job…we are just too old and tired! We will trim back the ornamental grasses, though.)

The blue window trim is falling off into the garden.

Getting the thorny debris out of the trailer with thick welding gloves in our final offload of the day is no fun.

I was sure we were going to get the trailer stuck in deep mud. Allan was right; we got out just fine.

The work board tonight:

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Wednesday, 13 April 2016


wind warning flag at the port today (Allan’s photo)

Long Beach

Despite blustery weather, I decided that we should tackle the second parking lot garden in Long Beach.  I just wanted it done.


bottom of photo, the three “berms”

The three “berms” (actually not berms because they are not mounded) get absolutely no supplemental water in summer, so it is impressive how well they came through the drought of 2015.


before, 11:20 AM


before (Allan’s photo)


before (Allan’s photo)






the south end of the south berm


Briza maxima (quaking grass)

I decided to leave the patch of quaking grass at the south end.  It is such a pretty thing.  We pulled almost all of the rest of that grass out of the north and south berm because when it reseeds, it looks weedy to passersby. We will leave it in the center berm which doesn’t have much else going on.

Boreas Inn Bill drove by and yelled “You rock!”  He asked if I was tired of hearing that yet.  No, not at all.  It is my favourite compliment, far preferable to honking horns.

The wind gusted up to 30 mph in the afternoon.  It was annoying, but at least it was not the cold north wind.


Veterans Field flag pavilion shows the wind coming from the south east, much more pleasant than the dreaded north wind.


2:30 PM: the first load of debris…easy to dump buckets…at city works yard


before, Allan’s photo


after (Allan’s photo)


before (Allan’s photo)


after (Allan’s photo)


ladybug love (Allan’s photo)


4:37, after












Ed Strange and his helper drove by with his 18 month old springer spaniel, Jackson, and of course I had to stop for pets.


Allan’s photo




We considered weeding some of the big dandelions out of the extra boring center berm.


center berm; we often just end up string trimming most of this one.


center berm with lots of quaking grass


center berm; still deciding how hard we are going to tackle it.

Because it was not yet 5 o’ clock, we made up our minds that we had time to trim the sickly rhododendron in the 3rd Street Park, especially since the good parking spot, rare to acquire, was available.





I do not know why over half of this rhodo got sick.  I do know that some of the friendly patrons of the bar behind the fence have been asking repeatedly for the rhodo to be cut down to the top of the fence, which I have refused to do because it has very little healthy growth lower down.  Now…half of it died back, very mysteriously.  If I were hanging out in the sitting area between the tavern’s back door and the fence, I would want WANT the privacy afforded by tall shrubs.  I do not understand at all why some patrons want the shrubs to be short, but looks like they may get what they want as we may cut the other, now lopsided, side of the rhodo down once it is done blooming.  It mystifies me always why passersby rejoice at seeing shrubs cut halfway down.  Why not let them grow to their natural height and provide beauty and privacy?




after; we shortened the one to the right, as well.

This was a big cutting job for Allan’s small rechargeable chainsaw, resulting in one of the batteries melting inside the casing.


second debris load of the day (Allan’s photo)


from the good parking spot: rain had arrived.

Just as we were entering the city works yard to dump the large load of debris, a bolt of lightning jolted down from the sky and hit the ground…


…somewhere between the machine and the tall trees.

That made unloading the trailer a suspenseful procedure.


after the thunder and lightning, much rain

at home


down to one berm!  and I was glad the rhodo had made it to work board so that I had the pleasure of erasing it.

Beth, Anchorage Cottages manager, stopped by the berm project today to tell us that she had finished building the new window boxes for the cottages, so we will be collecting and planting them soon.

I had spent much of the day thinking concerned thoughts about a blogger who has gone to hospital after a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, and arrived home to a message about another garden blogger with aggressive breast cancer.  My thoughts are with both of them even though I only know them through the blogosphere.  Every day that I am able to weed, even in wind and rain, is a precious one.

On Facebook, I saw this darling update from a friend who had brought me some gardening books last week:


That was cheering indeed.

Ginger’s Garden Diaries


from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago

1995 (age 70):

April 13:  Got my drivers license renewed for the second time so it’s been 8 years since I’ve been behind the wheel.  I don’t understand it!  [She learned to drive at age 62 but didn’t like doing it.  My dad did not encourage her to drive.]

1998 (age 73):

April 13:  Gray, cool, and rainy   So much for dedicating all this week to planting.  I had to go to the PO to mail my tax payment, etc.  Went to drug store and QFC.  But the time I got everything out away it was too late to work outside so I cleaned out the top shelf of kitchen pantry.  I moved all the canned fruit into that shelf.  I also found a case of 1993 canned tomatoes—two were spoiled, ugh.  [We found the same phenomenon when we cleaned out her home here in 2009; we think it is a food hoarding phenomenon from the depression area, that she could not resist cases of food items on sale.]

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