Friday, 1 May 2015
We were down to the wire for getting Long Beach ready for parade day on Sunday. Usually, we have Saturday afternoon after the Ilwaco parade to make one more go-round of Long Beach. This year, I knew the Rhodie Tour would consume all of Saturday.
Before Long Beach, I wanted to get one more old trailing rosemary out of the Ilwaco planters. To my horror, I realized they were already so dry that either we needed to water them today or on Sunday. So as not to be worried about them all during Saturday, I decided on watering today. We did not have time to get the water trailer organized so it had to be bucket watering; that takes at least 45 minutes less than using the water pump trailer but is much harder on aging backs.
Having to bucket water was stressful, so we were squabbling from the get go today. Some days are like that, as any couple who lives and works together would probably tell you.
After we got at least 2 gallons of water onto each of the 26 planters, we were able to head north. The only thing standing between us and Long Beach was a quick check up on the garden at The Depot Restaurant. There, we found the painters about to start. To our surprise, one of them was the neighbour of our client Marilyn up in Surfside. This makes sense when I think about it, because Marilyn is the mother of Nancy who co-owns the Depot. (Nancy’s spouse, Michael, is the chef.)
We did not linger after deadheading a few narcissi. Next up was a substantial clean up of the Long Beach welcome sign bed. It was a mess. Most of the May flowering tulips that I can usually count on to be in full bloom for parade weekend had already gone over due to our early spring (climate change or a one-off fluke?) and it was too early to plant annuals.
In downtown Long Beach, I got my new wheelie cart, provided by blog reader MaryBeth, ready for its first use. She told me that in the UK, such a cart is called a garden trolley. As an anglophile I am adopting this usage so garden trolley it is from now on.
I was able to carry a jug of water, a heavy container of Sluggo, a weed bucket, my hand tools, a few plants, and eventually a full bucket of weeds. The trolley was so perfectly balanced that even when weighed down with weeds, I could move it with two fingers and my thumb. It made the job almost heavenly. I want to find a pockety-thing to tie onto the top to hold small tools and maybe seed packets.
I would have been in a world of pain if I had had to carry a heavy bucket of weeds all around town. Allan and I had split off into separate tasks; he was weeding all the parks, including the gardens at Veterans Field, while I did all the planters and street trees.
The workers at the Herb N Legend smoke shop are among the friendliest and nicest of any of the shopkeepers on our planter route. Other especially nice folks are at Captain Bob’s Chowder, the Hungry Harbor Grille, Wind World Kites, and of course NIVA green.
Last night, driving through town to go to dinner at the Cove, I sang a little song to Baby Moon thanking it for still being in bloom for parade weekend. It started so early this year that I was sure it would all be done by now. About one third of the Baby Moons are still blooming.
The little dog who is the mascot of the smoke shop likes to delicately pick snails and bugs out of the planter. He treats the plants carefully and is an excellent helper.
The planters all took much longer than I thought to remove every little weed. By the time I got to the southernmost one, I was grateful to be able to nip in to use the loo at Northwest Financial, the business owned by our friend Shelly Pollock (who spearheads the Grass Roots Garbage Gang beach clean ups). If you live locally, and need any help sorting out your ACA medical insurance, her assistance is invaluable and free.
Allan was still toiling at Fifth Street Park. I helped a bit, and he moved on to the parks on Third Street. I planted some fill in sweet pea seeds at the back of the northwest quadrant.
The only thing I do not like about living at the beach is the accursed cold wind. My friends who are sailors are able to appreciate it.
Because I’m working on a “Rhodie Driving Tour” album for the Music in the Gardens Tour Facebook page, I got some photos of the rhododendrons in the parks at 3rd Street.
The parks department wants me to prune that rhodo, above, down to the height of the fence and I do. not. want. to do it.
In about a week, we will begin the annuals planting of all these street planters. I thought of planting some diascias this week and then thought why? when plants along the edge would likely be sat upon during the parade.
As I worked my way north, I saw something mighty cute in the window of the Cottage Bakery.
I checked out the new location of Home at the Beach, now inside the Sandpiper Mall just south of the pharmacy.
Across the street, I noticed and ignored, for now, a big weedy sedge that has snuck in under the street trees.
By the time I got to the final block, Allan had finished the City Hall gardens and Coulter Park’s street side gardens and was helping to finish the planters. The tulip ‘Formosa’ is in some places just starting to bloom. I planted lots of it this year, but clearly not enough.
Our very last task, as the sun was about to set, was to check on the planters on the Bolstadt beach approach.
On the way home we had a look at the sunset from the Seaview beach approach road near the Depot Restaurant.
Back when the house above belonged to an elderly artist named Marge Horner, I used to mow her lawn and clean for her occasionally. I miss her.
All our parade and tour preparations were as done as they could be, and we could collapse and look forward to the rhodie tour tomorrow. We would miss the Saturday Ilwaco parade because of the rhodie tour. Because of needing time at home, we would skip the Sunday parade. You can enjoy last year’s parade here.