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Saturday, 12 December 2015

my day

Kabob Cottage

Our Kathleen and I had an afternoon out, beginning with lunch at the Kabob Cottage.  The wind was almost of blow-you-over intensity so I did not get an exterior photo.

photo from 11-2-15, now the Kabob Cottage

photo from 11-2-15.  The Kabob House is now called the Kabob Cottage

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Chef Behnoosh’s Christmas tree

This was Kathleen's first meal here. She was impressed.

This was Kathleen’s first meal here. She was impressed.

Boreas Inn

Kathleen and I then attended the holiday open house at the Boreas Inn.  By attended, I mean we sat by one of the cozy fireplaces, ate some cookies, drank some hot cider, and relaxed.

Boreas Inn

Boreas Inn, with the private innkeeper’s house to the left

Susie's windowbox

Susie’s windowbox

on the porch

on the porch

tulip lights

tulip lights

from the foyer

from the foyer

B&B owners Susie and Bill in the kitchen

B&B owners Susie and Bill in the kitchen, with hot spiced cider

I did go from window to window to look out upon the gardens we used to care for.  This is one of the jobs I passed on to Dave and Melissa of Sea Star Gardening, and Susie praised them highly today for hard work, garden knowledge, honesty, and said they just give her a “good feeling” with their work.  (Dave and Mel couldn’t make it to the open house because this weekend they were committed to working on that Oysterville garden that I like so much.)

The Garden Suite

The Garden Suite at the Boreas Inn

looking out the window of the Garden Suite

looking out the window of the Garden Suite

The Garden Suite

The Garden Suite

The Dunes Suite

The Dunes Suite

the west living room

the west living room

a Christmas village

a Christmas village

looking due west

looking west

gardens and hot tub hut

gardens and hot tub hut

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looking back

looking back

Kathleen had tucked herself in by the center fireplace in the room without a view, probably because it felt cozier than the west room with the big windows.

Bill and Kathleen

Bill and Kathleen

delectable mini-cupcakes

delectable mini-cupcakes

view from the couch

view from the couch

Susie's photo: "Our tree at Boreas has quirky decorations that mean something special to us."

Susie’s photo: “Our tree at Boreas has quirky decorations that mean something special to us.”

I was especially taken with some tiny teacup ornaments and should have photographed them for myself.

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The B&B bustled with many guests.  Because of the storm, Susie had expected few and had thought she and Bill would spending the afternoon reading by the fire, so to have so many guests arrive was a welcome surprise.

The entry price to the event was a can of food for the food bank; by the time we left, the receptacle was overflowing.

The entry price to the event was a can of food for the food bank; by the time we left, the receptacle was overflowing.

If your dream happens to be owning a B&B at the beach with a big separate house of your own quarters, you might be interested to know that the Boreas Inn is for sale.

Ilwaco

Kathleen expressed a desire to do a bit of Christmas shopping at the Don Nisbett Art Gallery.

on the way past the boatyard garden

on the way past the boatyard garden

 This necessitated a stop at the Saturday Christmas Market during its last five minutes of the day…

...to get a treat from Pink Poppy Bakery.

…to get a treat from Pink Poppy Bakery.

Walking by Salt Hotel

walking by Salt Hotel

Salt's south-facing doors

Salt’s south-facing doors

Kathleen at the Nisbett Gallery

Kathleen at the Nisbett Gallery

in Don's gallery

in Don’s gallery

just outside, a Christmas boat

just outside, a Christmas boat

At home, I reviewed yesterday’s gardening accomplishments that had been finished as darkness fell:

mulching the center bed

mulching the center bed

extending a shade bed that is presently ending in a big puddle

extending a shade bed by the wood pile (that is presently ending in a big puddle)

twigs blown all the way up to the patio

twigs blown all the way up to the patio

dramatic sky over the back garden

dramatic sky over the back garden

some last minute evening decorating occurred

some last minute evening decorating occurred

yesterday's mulching

yesterday’s mulching

sunset over Lake Street

sunset over Lake Street

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Back at the Boreas Inn, Susie took this sunset photo:

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photo by Susie Goldsmith, looking west from Boreas Inn

meanwhile….

Allan’s day

Allan was out and about taking photos of the high tide and the results of our recent storms.  You may recall that the Coast Guard closed all ocean entrances yesterday.  From the amount of debris at the Port of Ilwaco, you can see why.  So much flooding has taken place upstream that the Columbia River itself, we hear, has turned brown with sediment and is awash with debris.

storm warning flags at the port

storm warning flags at the port office

debris by the boatyard

debris by the boatyard

storm debris

storm debris

You can see from this satellite view how we relate to the mighty Columbia River, explaining why so much debris has washed into our little bay:

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Even so, it is surprising considering the narrow entryway:

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Allan walked out onto the docks this afternoon to get some more photos as boats continue to prepare for the delayed crab season.  The delay must be so frustrating for the crabbers as this season is a huge source of income for them.

ready and waiting

ready and waiting

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on the docks

on the docks

high tide

high tide

Allan decided to drive to the beach, and on the way he passed our old house and stopped to get me a photo of the garden shed.

I was touched that the new owner has kept the purple colour; it has clearly been freshly painted.

I was touched that the new owner has kept the purple colour; it has clearly been freshly painted.

I thought, Oh, Jon painted over the quotation that I had on the front of the shed.  The next photo revealed that he had carefully saved that part of the building, during a repair, and moved it to the side of the shed.  I felt deeply moved that he liked it enough to save it.

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street side of the purple shed

street side of the purple shed, back when it was mine

“This used to be among my prayers, a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden, and near the house a spring of ever flowing water, and beyond these a bit of woods.”  -Homer

Oh dearie me, I was hit with a great wave of missing the ever-flowing spring of water that fed a little pond on that piece of property.

Allan peeked at the old place from the street....

Allan peeked at the old place from the street….

Our old fence is still there.

Our old fence is still there.

Ok, as I write this…getting a grip on my emotions.. and returning to Allan’s day, as he next went to Waikiki Beach at Cape Disappointment.

The drama of the waves was nothing like yesterday.

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waves

waves

Today, the scene was comparatively sedate:

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A park ranger told Allan that during the height of the storm surge, rangers had to move photographers away from the viewpoint because logs were rolling in fast and dangerous.

storm tossed logs

storm tossed logs

debris tossed way past the beach up onto the lawn

debris tossed way past the beach up onto the lawn

storm watchers

storm watchers

a bird who is clearly used to having its picture taken

a bird who is clearly used to having its picture taken

While grocery shopping at the end of his excursion, Allan saw a beautiful sunset in Seaview.

sunset from Seaview

sunset from Seaview from Sid’s Supermarket

On the way home, he stopped at Ocean Beach Hospital to look at this year’s wreath auction.

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This year's display includes gingerbread houses.

This year’s display includes gingerbread houses.

a clever idea

a clever idea

on the way home

on the way home, on Lake Street

Tomorrow, we have an author’s reading to attend at Time Enough Books; perhaps we can also mulch at the library? And perhaps, just perhaps, a few days of reading can commence on Monday before the next round of holiday treats.

 

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Saturday, 22 August 2015

I woke to the smell of smoke in the air from the wildfires in central Washington; the wind had brought the smoke to us, and then the wind stopped and the smoke settled over us.

Our day began with the usual trip to the Ilwaco Saturday Market.

First stop, Pink Poppy Bakery, where we found Betsy buying a pie.

First stop, Pink Poppy Bakery, where we found Betsy (director of Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum) buying a pie.


the peach pie

the peach pie

I was there to buy cupcakes to take to an evening concert picnic.  Meanwhile, Allan bought some peaches.

at De Asis Farm and Produce

at De Asis Farm and Produce


our garden at the Port Office, with the hanging baskets from Basket Case Greenhouse

our garden at the Port Office, with the hanging baskets from Basket Case Greenhouse


and of course, a plug for our neighbours' business, Starvation Alley Farms.

and of course, a plug for our neighbours’ business, Starvation Alley Cranberry Farms.

We picked up the water trailer at the city yard for Allan to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters.  There was so much traffic that in order to get home, we swung up and over School Hill.  The view to the south showed the haze of smoke over Cape Disappointment, which would be our evening destination.

hazy smoky slightly eye burning atmosphere

hazy smoky slightly eye-burning atmosphere

While Allan watered Ilwaco, I watered the containers in our own garden and then worked on a blog post.  I had had a brainstorm that the lifting of the heavy battery onto the water trailer (which I had tried and failed to help Allan with) was the hardest part of using it, so I finally texted Nora’s grand daughter to ask if we could just park the trailer behind her gramma’s house.  Of course, she said yes, and now Allan can leave the battery on and charge it with a long cord.  I hope this will help protect his back.  That battery is ridiculously heavy.

the water trailer comes home to stay

the water trailer comes home to stay

So the day progressed toward an event I’d been looking forward since I heard The Winterlings play at the Music in the Gardens Tour back in July.

The Winterlings at Cape Disappointment

the closing concert of the annual summer series

the closing concert of the annual summer series


from The Winterlings Facebook page

from The Winterlings Facebook page

I had been smitten with this duo even before I heard them, based on this description of their music:

With songs as vivid as feature films, Seattle Alt-Folk duo The Winterlings take listeners on an unexpected journey through flooded barns and cedar forests, chemistry labs and ferries crossing Puget Sound.”

During the garden tour, I had not had time to stop and listen to more than two songs, although their song Long May You Live had brought tears to my eyes.  I think it is because life is feeling shorter every year and because I wish that the people I know, and writers I love, would all live such a very long time.

Garden Tour Nancy and Phil joined us at the park.  It had been Nancy’s idea to make the event a picnic.

Nancy and Phil

Nancy and Phil arrive

We found a good picnic spot at the base of a small cliff.  With half an hour to go before the show, I took a short walk to take some photos of the setting.

Our picnic spot was along this trail.

Our picnic spot was along this trail.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo, showing the amphitheater seating


Allan's photo: gathering with Phil and Nancy

Allan’s photo: gathering with Phil and Nancy

The trail to the Cedar Circle, designed by Maya Lin, is inset with a chant by the Chinook tribe.

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 It goes on to say:

We call upon the waters that rim the earth, horizon to horizon,

that flow in our rivers and streams,

that fall on our gardens and field, and ask that they

Teach us and show us the way.

We call upon the land which grows our food,

the nurturing soil, the fertile fields,

the abundant gardens and orchards, and we ask that they

Teach us and show us the way.

 You can read the entire Chinook blessing here.

The blessing trail ends at the cedar circle.

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Maya Lin's Cedar Circle

Maya Lin’s Cedar Circle


walking back to our picnic spot

walking back to our picnic spot behind and to the north of the amphitheater

Meanwhile, Allan had gone on an exploration walk of his own.

campground road, where no campfires are allowed at all this summer.

campground road, where no campfires are allowed at all this summer.


just over a few grass-clad sand dunes: Waikiki Beach

just over a few grass-clad sand dunes: Waikiki Beach

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While we could no longer smell smoke because of a breeze that had come up, a haze still hung over the sun.

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driftwood forts

driftwood forts

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fishing off the jetty

fishing off the jetty


in the background: the concert area

way in the background toward the mid-right: the concert area


returning to the concert area

returning to the concert area


the setting (Allan's photo, looking southeast)

the setting (Allan’s photo, looking southeast)

Meanwhile, back at our picnic spot:

Nancy and her delicious pasta salad (Phil's recipe)

Nancy and her delicious pasta salad (Phil’s recipe)


vermicelli noodles, chicken, and other yumminess

vermicelli noodles, poached chicken breasts, and parsley and basil

A park ranger came around and gave each audience member a charming little lyrics book.

I love that the lyrics are this important.

I love that the lyrics are this important.

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More folks arrive from the beach.

More folks arrive from the beach.


audience (Allan's photo)

audience (Allan’s photo)

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


ocean backdrop

ocean backdrop


the hazy sun (Allan's photo)

the hazy sun (Allan’s photo)


Dave and Melissa arrive (Allan's photo)

Dave and Melissa arrive (Allan’s photo)


our picnic nook

our picnic nook


Dave and Melissa

Dave and Melissa

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sweet dog in the audience (Allan's photo)

sweet dog in the audience (Allan’s photo)


"Puppies!" said Allan. Mel and I stood up to look.

“Puppies!” said Allan. Mel and I stood up to look.

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winterlings

(Allan's photo)

(Allan’s photo)  Nancy and me in the background; Phil is sitting on the rock.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

The Winterlings asked us all to stand up and make the letter W with our arms and then took this photo:

photo courtesy The Winterlings

photo courtesy The Winterlings


the cliff behind us (Allan's photo)

the cliff behind us (Allan’s photo)


clifftop viewers

clifftop viewers


up and up like agile monkeys

up and up like agile monkeys


Someone else's elaborate picnic (Allan's photo)

Someone else’s elaborate picnic (Allan’s photo)


foreground: our friend Christl who managed the Eric Wiegardt Gallery, and her sister

our friend Christl who manages the Eric Wiegardt Gallery, and her sister (Allan’s photo)


dessert time! Pink Poppy Bakery peach and vanilla cream cupcakes.

dessert time! Pink Poppy Bakery peach and vanilla cream cupcakes, after the Phil and Nancy pasta salad and fruit bowls brought by Mel and Dave


ocean haze and ship

ocean haze and ship


glowing sunset over the trees

glowing sunset over the trees

The Winterlings

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playing under the moon

playing under the moon

Nancy and Phil had to leave at dusk to pen up their dear chickens. The crowd dwindled after sunset because of a rising cold wind. (The Winterlings said it was the windiest concert they had ever played.)

I found it well worth staying till the end.

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Their music affects me deeply, this time especially a song called All of the Good Things. Later, at home, I got equally misty eyed watching the video of the song.

Although I want to believe in something after death, I find it hard to visualize that possibility.  I am moved when someone else does in a way that makes some sense to me.  I am thinking of someone I knew who is very ill and of all the many good things about my grandmother and of a second chance to communicate with my mother (because I now remember more good things than bad) when I read these lyrics:

All of the Good Things

We will live again
light and shining
family of friends
truth unwinding

You’ll wear the dress I made
I’ll try your wings
we will remember
all of the good things

Writing letters
prayers and wishes made
we will understand
all of it someday

But in the meantime, love,
I choose to sing
I choose to remember
all of the good things

Flowered climbing vines
blooming toward the light
you left suddenly
we were all surprised

I heard your voice today
in this old machine
it made me remember
all of the good things

Copyright Amanda Birdsall, 2008

Later, I learned from Amanda that she wrote this song as “comfort for her grandfather when his dearest lifelong friend passed away” and that the photos in the video are of her family.  That made the song even more precious to me.

This duo does play around the Seattle area and probably in Portland, too.  Do try to find them.

The Winterlings website

The Winterlings Facebook page

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our dog, Bertie Woofter, lived to run.   Winter was when we had more time to take him to the beach, and the best beaches were the ones at Fort Canby State Park where there are no cars.  (There is probably a leash law, but the statute of limitations must have expired on this crime by now.)

Bertie and Daisy at Waikiki

Bertie and Daisy at Waikiki

Above, with our friend John and his dog Daisy at Waikiki Beach…not Hawaii, Fort Canby State Park near Ilwaco. I think it is so called because the body of a Hawaiian sailor washed up there once upon a time.

Bertie and Robert on Benson Beach

Bertie and Robert on Benson Beach

Bertie and Robert on Benson Beach

Bertie and Robert on Benson Beach

on Benson Beach

on Benson Beach

a tired dog is a good dog...

A tired dog is a good dog. It took a lot to get him tired.

Year round, he would choose to sit in the truck on any day off, just in case we went somewhere.

truck dog

truck dog

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