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Tuesday, 25 April 2017

As predicted, we had a rainy and windy day.  I felt a little restless about it.  Views as I paced from window to window:

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kitchen


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north front


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north front


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east front


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Allan’s study, east


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Allan’s study, east


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Skooter does not like to go outside in the rain.


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south

I pondered how if I got my whole south window replaced, I could take photos out of the non screened side.

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This and one of the front windows is “blown”.

I find it very hard to spend money on things like this.

Just going out on the front porch to take this photo made my hands cold:

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Allan did take a few photos on his way between house and shed:

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and at the post office:

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hesperantha blooming now instead of waiting till fall


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one broken lily sprout

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Fortunately, I had a big book to read with over 300 pages to go.

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No Logo

I finished it by nine o clock, and then watched Deadliest Catch and felt wimpy for not being willing to work in the rain.

I felt blessed that we live in a relatively advertising-free environment.  Here at the “lost corner” of Washington State, we have only two chain restaurants (a rather gaudy McD’s and a low key Subway that blends in), and even though two of our three bigger grocery stores are franchises (IGA and, I think a Thriftway), they are still referred to by their old names (Sid’s and Okie’s).  While we do have billboards advertising local businesses, all but two extra large ones (between Black Lake and Seaview) are gentle on the eye compared to most billboards, and just advertise local motels and resorts.  This makes the Long Beach Peninsula a more restful place to live if, like me, you want to get away from advertising, brand names, and glitz.

Post script for those who are interested: No Logo by Naomi Klein

The book was excellent, even though somewhat outdated (published in 2000).

Some particularly interesting points:

How a certain McD restaurant went after any restaurant with McD in its name:

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This reminds me of the local story of how Starbucks went after an Astoria coffee shop named SamBuck’s.  The owner’s name was Samantha Bucks!  (She had done a logo that was sort of a take off on the SB logo.)  Read more about that case here.

A mention of community gardening:

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A whole chapter about the Reclaim the Streets movement had this interesting story.

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Of course, they lost…

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Re child labor, the National Labor Committee, and director Charles Kernaghan:

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About how sweatshops and child labor get so much more attention when attached to a brand name (Nike, for example):

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More about the Zapatistas (Klein also wrote about them in The Shock Doctrine).  I just very much like what Marcos had to say:

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Note to those who care: From what I had read recently, some of the Romany people consider “the g-word” to be a racial slur and would prefer that we use the word Romany.  If you care about that sort of thing, as I do, here is some beginning reading about it.  Google will give you much more.  I’d rather err on the side of politeness so have given up “the g word”. 

Tomorrow more rain is predicted, and I have a book of light reading lined up for a change.

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Wednesday, 19 April 2017

We had sort of a storm, with lots of wind.  The rain stopped by mid morning, leading to a dilemma.  I had wanted to finish yesterday’s long blog post; an internet glitch had resulted in all the text and photo arrangement being lost, but the photos were in the media library ready to be inserted and captioned.  And then….the power went off.

Someone unfortunate had driven into a power pole two thirds of the way up the Peninsula.  Because we are on the same grid as the hospital, we got our power back within two hours.  (As I write this in the evening, Dave and Melissa, way up in Oysterville, are still without power.)

I used our battery back up’s last bit of oomph to catch up on the Tootlepedal blog.  And then I could find no good excuse to not try to weed.

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Allan’s photo: Skooter blocks the other cats from exiting the cat door

Oh, how very much I did not want to weed, because of the wind!  I told myself that if I just filled one bucket with weeds, I could come back in.

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We had had this much rain overnight.

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Allan string trimming

As I pulled some of the easier weeds, I observed and concluded that my earlier idea of composting in place was just not working.  We just have too many snails and slugs that like to hide in the debris and eat lily buds.

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next to one debris area, a chomped lily bud

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another chomped lily!

Now that I have good compost bins, I carried many armloads of debris and binned them.

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gathering debris

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I told Allan that I now have so much debris that I need a door for Bin B.

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I found another sad columnar evergreen.  Dang blang it!

I tried to focus on weeding the center bed so that I could erase it from the work board.

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It had a wealth of shotweed and horsetail.

My audience all afternoon:

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Allan’s photo

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Devery came over and we had a good chat.

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Debris in the west bed, which I will move on my next day in my own garden, had not stopped a giant ornamental rhubarb from showing off its size.

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While I love my periscaria bistorta ‘Superba’, I think it is getting too vigorous.

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West bed: Persicaria is just starting to show its pale pink spikes.

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tulips in the garden boat (Allan’s photo)

The  wind increased to 30 mph, making the last part of the center bed miserable to weed. Because I wanted so much to erase one thing from the work board, I thought really hard about The Deadliest Catch.

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Deadliest Catch puts my job into perspective.

I had got not just one bucket but four heaping wheelbarrow loads of weeds removed.

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after

However, I think the garden beds need a nice crisp edge.  I had noted the crisp edge on the Tootlepedal’s glorious garden during my blog reading today.  You can see the garden photos in this entry.  Part of the excellence is the trimmed hedges and Mrs. T’s plantings, but I do think the crisp lawn edge is important.

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some extra lambs ear and Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ to go to Long Beach or the port

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Just as I finished, really big rain drops arrived.

Meanwhile, Allan had gone to get a new sheet of plywood, and on the way he went to the library and felt compelled to deadhead at the Ilwaco Community Building.

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art in the library

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a stray narcissus at the Community Building

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deadheading, and library books (before the rain came)

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community building garden

He drove home via the high school road to see if their tulip display was on for this year.
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Camera is above the window.

 

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It is indeed on.

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AND it is well protected.

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I wish all OUR gardens were as well protected.

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Back home, Allan lined up the old trailer side on the new cut plywood in order to drill out the holes for bungee cord lashing.

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The old side became a new front for the center compost bin.

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By then, I had made myself a nice cuppa Builders Tea.

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in my big Don Nisbett Slow Drag mug

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and a bit of a treat left over from my birthday

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one “home” bed erased from the work board

I have two guest photos to share, texted to me by Melissa, of her and Dave’s garden. The container has Tulip sylvestris. 


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Friday, 7 April 2017

I’m not sure why various weather services decided to call our storm a cyclone (which I thought was specifically tropical). Nevertheless, they did. Maybe because it looked like this:


Other than the power going out before the coffee was made and heat was on, we had no excitement, and the power outage was only an hour. Portland had more felled trees, including this doozy from a local news station:


I read a five minute book. 


Halfway through this fictional Dunkirk rescue tale, I had to move the book to keep my tears from dropping on the pages. Why does the story of the little ships rescue affect me so deeply? Is it partly because I live in a port town?


I had been looking forward to this storm so that I could read a Mass Observation book in one sitting. 


How I envied the author’s time at the Mass Observation archives. 

I was pleased that the book began with my beloved Nella Last. 



And here I learned that Nella shared my feeling about Dunkirk. 


As with another Mass Observation book (Seven Lives from Mass Observation) by the same author, I wished this book was longer so that it could have more excerpts from the diaries. I would like to read more from one diarist in particular. I’d just like to know this Mary Clayton:


The luxury of reading a whole book in a day made me feel like I was on staycation again.  Allan also had a relaxing reading day with the second of the Swallows and Amazons series.  


Swallows and Amazons forever!

Meanwhile, we had some impressive wind nearby. 


Do take time to watch this video by someone who had to drive to Astoria in the storm along the Columbia River road heading east from Chinook.   Here’s another video with a good view of the debris on the road. 

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Monday, 27 March 2017

Allan still being slightly under the weather made an excuse to take a pleasant day off.

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Allan’s photo. front porch


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Smokey flirting (Allan’s photo)

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I emerged in the early afternoon and the first thing I noticed was a Stipa gigantea in a water bucket.

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I had been looking for this grass since bringing it home from the boatyard garden 8 days ago.  I had verbally declared that Allan must have accidentally thrown it out, so I had to show him my discovery.  “Are you a little bit sorry?” he asked.  Yes, I was.

(The quotation on the water barrel is by Iris Murdoch: ‘People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.’)

Allan found some boards to make fronts for the new compost bins and helped me plunk the heavy pots, taken from the old plastic pond two days ago, into the water boxes.

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My mission was to move a few wheelbarrows of debris from the old debris pile to the new bins, even though I should perhaps have been weeding.  The composting was irresistible and I worked on it for four hours.

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ignoring a weedy garden


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a weedy bed near the debris pile

I unearthed an old rhubarb plant that I’d thrown into the pile last fall.

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happy rhubarb


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I disturbed at least three big frogs.


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happy


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I transplanted some hot mustard, which Devery loves, in the former debris pile next to her driveway.

Just as I was trying to finish by picking up the debris around the old pile and spilled along the way from a couple of too-full wheelbarrows (what my grandma called “a lazy man’s load”), a heavy gale and rain came up.  I called to Allan for help and he kindly joined me and did some raking.

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the debris pile several days ago


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and today

I had filled two bins, leaving the third to turn the first two into.  Google tells me I can do that weekly, if I want to.  I do want to, if I can find the time.

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I tried to put the older debris into the center bin.  That idea went all willy nilly when the rain came.

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rain


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Skooter wanted in.  He hates rain.


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Later, we were all dry and happy.

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Monday, 20 March 2017

In honor of the turning of the season, here is my favourite quotation about springtime:

“Every year, back comes spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.”  Dorothy Parker

Skooter was not enthusiastic about the drizzly, cold weather.

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head under the covers (Allan’s photo)

I picked some flowers for an event, and then Allan and I went for our tax appointment with our accountant, Jennifer, whose office is just four blocks west.

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Jennifer’s flowers

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office assistant Helen

We then delivered two bouquets of flowers to Salt Pub for our dear friend Jenna’s evening event.

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There was a new tiny little baby to see!


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flowers for Jenna (and, later, for Salt to have)

We went back home because the cold drizzle was supposed to end in half an hour.  Allan became absorbed in “do not pick” signage for the boatyard and I delved into the excellent book I’m reading.

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I am loving Mr. Theroux’s trip around the English and Welsh coast.

This reminded me of Mr. Tootlepedal:

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Along a branch railway line:

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Two most interesting sounding places:

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Chesil Bank


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Undercliff Walk at Lyme Regis

I googled up some photos of both these areas and even found videos of the Undercliff walk.

This description of tourism in seaside towns certainly reminded me of where I live (even though we love tourists here, and I well remember being one):

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Meanwhile, Allan worked on strengthening the pallets that will make the new compost bins.

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Allan’s photo

I had to leave my book and Allan his projects when the weather seemed to clear.  We drove to

The Anchorage Cottages.

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Our good friend Mitzu

The weather was actually quite miserable, damp, drizzly, with a bitter wind.  We did not last more than an hour.

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Center courtyard: not much happening except too many bluebells coming up


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narcissi


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narcissi and primroses


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hellebores, pulmonaria, and ranunculus


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trilliums


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trillium (Allan’s photo)

I cut back some hardy fuchsias, planted three lily bulbs, we did some weeding and could bear no more of the cold and headed back home.

I did not get to take photos of the Long Beach narcissi display….

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too cold and miserable to stop

After an interlude at home, we went back out to that event for which I had picked bouquets.

Ilwaco Merchants Association Spring Mixer

Oh, how I had tried to weasel out of going.  Because our dear friends Don and Jenna (Queen La De Da) are heading the group this year, Jenna did not let me escape.

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By the time everyone arrived, we had a full house at Salt Pub.


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Our Jenna (Allan’s photo)


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the view (Allan’s photo)

We discovered that Jenna had a special purpose in wanting us to attend: The merchants presented us with a community recognition of our work, both in the gardens and in taking photos for the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page.

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Thank you plaque by Artist Don Nisbett

Raffle prizes were drawn, hors d’oeuvres were served, drinks were downed, and the crowd was happy.

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Ponytail: Andi from the Visitors Bureau (ponytail), with Jenna and our Mayor Mike, Don Nisbett in black, and Jane from The English Nursery.

We were so touched by that nice award.  And impressed with the fun and liveliness of the event.  If only the usual Ilwaco Merchants Association meetings weren’t at 8 AM!

Tomorrow: more rain, thunderstorms….I do hope the Long Beach narcissi hold strong till I get some of them photographed and closely appreciated.

P.S. After 9 PM, I suddenly had the sniffles and wheezes. This bodes extra ill for work tomorrow. Almost everyone I know has had The Three Week Cold this winter. I thought I had escaped. Am embarking upon all my home remedies. 

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Tuesday, 7 March 2017

We had a huge amount of rain, resulting in no gardening.  Allan took some photos in the back garden:

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path by the bogsy wood

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path to the bridge

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bogsy wood swale

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next summer’s campfire wood

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the swale bridge

After a great deal of news reading, I started a new book, recommended by Our Kathleen.

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At first, the author annoyed me.

This doesn’t sound farcical to me:

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I didn’t like this classism:

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I almost put the book aside.  Fortunately, I persevered because it got much better.

The author is seeking how poor people live:

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I wonder if this is true.

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At over 400 pages, Deep South should keep me occupied for two more excessively rainy days, which is about what is predicted.

I had wrought a miracle over the past two days, actually getting the bathroom closet completely emptied.  Today, Allan removed the door and walls, which will give us a corner to store the glass bricks for the tub project.  I expected the sounds of a sledgehammer and splintering faux wood; instead, he did it neatly with a screwdriver. Glass blocks will make the end wall when the tub (still to be acquired) is placed in the already plumbed spot; a tub used to be there till the previous owner had it removed in order to place a rolltop desk in the bathroom.  Bathroom/slash office was an unusual combination.

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This probably doesn’t seem like interesting blog fodder. However, I know of one reader who will be interested to know that the glass blocks got moved into the bathroom (but not the 95 Pound bag of mortar). 

Allan saw a good sunset while discarding old particle board shelving.

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Skooter enjoying the water boxes

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Guest photo from last midweek, from THE Oysterville Garden:

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photo by Melissa Van Domelen

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Now it feels like we have returned from spring to winter:

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early morning hail and thunder

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Having missed our garden club dinner last week, the North Beach Garden Gang met for brunch at Salt Pub.  (All but two photos today are by Allan.)

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This is the next garden awaiting our attention, west of Salt Hotel.

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It did not get awfully weedy over the winter.

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Melissa and Dave arrive

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our view

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two egg breakfast

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eggs benedict

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heuvos rancheros

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coming soon-ish.  Allan and I have tickets already.

The five of us lingered over our table for two hours, catching up on all the gardening news. It was especially pleasing to me to be greeted by another diner there, Lorna, who used to own Andersen’s RV Park and was one of our top favourite clients for the many years we gardened there.

I had just been thinking how now that we have six fewer big spring clean ups than we used to have, bad weather is not a crisis in the early spring.

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clearing but still cold and windy

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Todd, me, Melissa, Dave

In the afternoon, I simply finished a book I started last night.

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Yesterday evening, I read a short post apocalyptic novel (Thirst, by Benjamin Warner) that I only mildly enjoyed. Today’s choice was excellent; I especially appreciated that the protagonist was autistic and I could well identify with her ways of coping in the world after a comet hits our planet.  Turning from political non fiction to post apocalypse fiction hasn’t been that much of a change.  Coming up soon is Swallows and Amazons which should be much cheerier.  I haven’t even started it and I’ve already dreamt about reading it.

 

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