WIND, RAIN, WET, COLD, AND A FEW SUNBREAKS

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OKAY, SO IT’S NOT TOMORROW MORE THAN A WEEK LATER since the last posting, but there is still more to see around here! The weather has been so cold, wet, windy for days. April Fool’s Day  I visited my friend Betty on Whidbey Island.  The weather was forecast to be sunny and near 60 degrees, but what we got was cool and windy with miserly bits of sun. Crossing Puget Sound from Whidbey Island to the Mukilteo landing on my way back home I saw this huge, spectacular storm cloud to the south. By the time I reached Seattle I had driven right under its northeasterly path and dumping rain.

Friday was uninspiring and more rain right through the weekend. Saturday was saved with the annual dyeing of the eggs; a group effort by myself, my daughter and her two children. Lifted our spirits on an otherwise dreary day. And Sunday’s weather cooperated just enough for the morning egg hunt next door to take place and our little hiding and seeking of the eggs just before dinner. Nephew Ryan loves to hide the eggs and Simon and Sophia are challenged to seek them out.

Most of the week following Easter was cold, wet, cold, wet, and cold. Finally the weather turned on Friday, and Saturday afternoon after a cool and very breezy morning. By Sunday we had sunshine for most of the day.

In spite of the weather, life goes on in the garden; flowers bloom, perennials keep pushing skyward, creeping out of winter’s slumber. I am concerned that we will have relatively few pears this year because when it’s cold and rainy, pollinating insects don’t do much flying–bees in particular. Our pear is an espaliered tree with grafts; Bartlett, Comice and Rescue. We planted the pear and an espaliered apple (Spartan and Akane) in 1996. The three year old trees were already in training when we bought them. We used split cedar rails for a support fences. The trees are a bridge between the tiny lawn and the vegetable garden. It was a nice solution. Last year we had around forty pounds of pears and about twenty pounds of apples (not a great yield).

The apple tree is just now blooming. The blossoms are so sweet and tinged with pink

The pear is nearly done flowering.

In the rest of the garden plants are poppin’! Lots of tulips, some mangled by rain had shortened lives, but most are doing fine. One of our favorites is this one that we call the native tulip. These tulips were planted sometime long before we moved here in 1992. We dug up and replanted many of them before building the new house and dug more after building when we had a plan for the entire yard.They are spread around the west side of the house. They seem very sturdy, have beautiful color that light up in the sun and the flowers last several weeks.

Tulipa bakeri ‘Lilac Wonder’ is a great tulip for naturalizing, has vibrant color and is long lived. Tom chose these in 1997 and their numbers increase every year. When the sun shines they open wide.

Here is a nice contrast in colors, the white tulip was part of a red and white combo, but only the white tulips were in the mix! Anyway, they look beautiful with the budding apple blossoms and anthriscus sylvestris ‘Ravenswing’. Anthriscus is a prolific self-sower if not deadheaded before the seed ripens and if treated like a weed you won’t keep it where it’s not wanted. It is quite lovely and a good fill plant.

How about a little garden art? We have a few pieces here and there, some hidden, some in plain view; some pieces we purchased, a few inheirited and given to us as gifts. Art in the garden is very much like planting–right plant in the right place. Although sometimes repeated moving may take place until the right place is the right place!

Surrounded by spring blooms now, Ho Tai will be shaded under a summer rose with a view of Puget Sound.

St. Francis of Assisi used to stand guard over Grandma T’s house plants on the enclosed back porch. I inheirited him and this is his second place in the garden. He used to stand under the birdbath but the racoons kept knocking him over and he had to have some repairs made. He seems happy here under the white camelia and among the bluebells, lilies and amemones.

Yesterday mom and I went to visit my sister Debbie at her 2 acres of gardening space in Sbnohomish and this piece was in her yard. It looks just right under tall trees, rhododendrons, and maianthemum and native bleeding hearts at its feet. One reason for the visit was to split up some hostas that had come from our grandmother’s garden. Since they are just now poking out of the ground, the time was right for splitting up.

Deb has a new garden bench. It replaces one that came from my garden about nine years ago; made from old barn wood it finally fell apart. Her new bench sits on a small knoll behind the house under tall old maples and red alders. She plans will be planting a red climbing rose on each side. It should look great next year. How about a short tour of her yard in the next post?

SPRING ARRIVED WHILE WE WERE AWAY

SUNBREAKS ON THURSDAY AFTERNOON but too much wind for photos, then rainy and gray Friday. It’s fun to take a look around to see what has burst into being while we were gone. The garden has exploded into green and colorful blooms. March is nearly gone!

Saturday began with a walk to Lincoln Park with the neighbors t0 started the day right. We watched a gray whale feed in the shallows, about 25 feet offshore! Lots of folks taking in this unusual sight so close. It had been in the cove for an hour or more judging by all of the comments overheard.

Once back at home the challenge was to decide which chore needed to be done first. All vines needed tying up attention and the tree peony needed staking–there are five flower buds this year, the most ever since transplanting in 2001. A little weeding, some pruning, and then time for photographing since the wind was very light, so light in fact that the sailboats heading north after the morning’s southbound race had dropped their sails and were motoring.

My garden is really several small gardens, each distinct in the amount of sun, shade and types of plants. There are six ‘gardens’ on the east side of the house and seven plus the vegetable garden on the west side. In a 100’x 50′ lot I’ve managed to find room for lots of plants! And isn’t there always room for one more?

After Saturday’s lovely weather nothing but rain and wind through Tuesday with a nice break yesterday.So, here is what grew and bloomed while we were away.

Anemone oregana from Grandma T’s garden. A hitch hiker with some cyclamen corms The leaves die away and the plant goes dormant over the summer.

The last of the three camelias, this one is on the south property line; no idea as to the cultivar. Must be at least fifty years old.

Corydalis ochroleuca. I love the little white flowers and lacy, ferny leaves. Spreads, but easy to remove. Likes any situation.

Frittalaria meleagris, also known as checkered lily. Like most bulbs, goes dormant.

An old rhododendron that lived here long before us and therefore a legacy planting! Vigorous and lots of blooms.

Ribes sanguieum, red flowering currant. This is a native plant and this particular one came from Grandma T’s garden as a little volunteer, not more than a foot tall. Twelve years later it is more than eight feet tall. The humming birds love this one and its blooms stay a long time.

Sanguineria canadense, bloodroot. A dainty, bloomer but short lived flowering–today it is gone.

But wait, there’s more…tomorrow!


THE PLEASURES OF HOME

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THERE IS NOTHING QUITE LIKE THE PLEASURE OF SLEEPING IN YOUR OWN BED, rising in the morning and resuming some of the rhythms and routines of daily life. There is a measure of comfort in doing those little things that have gone undone for ten days. I always experience a certain amount of expectancy when returning home after an extended absence. What is new in the garden? Are all of the houseplants okay? What will the weather be? What do we yearn for after 25+ meals not eaten in the comfort of our own kitchen? This last question is always the first one we ask ourselves–what’s for dinner?

Rain began overnight and continued into the early morning, so yard work is out for today. But, there are many surprises and we hope for a break in the afternoon for the ceremony of a yard tour. Between showers I went into the vegetable garden to gather some escarole, endive and the red oakleaf that comes up without much help after all these years. So, part of the dinner question is solved. Add a simple pasta with garlic, oil, herbs, parsley, and maybe some anchovies–it sounds right. Only thing missing is the bread! Not enough time to refresh the sourdough starter and still have bread tonight, but I think I can turn out some kind of foccacia type bread.

Hoping that tomorrow there will be a little less rain so I can snap some photos and we can take that tour to see what’s happened while we were away.

FOUR DAYS AND A FAREWELL TO THE FRENCH QUARTER

MONDAY WAS SHOPPING DAY WITH JOOD AND DEE. The French Quarter on Royal and Chartres Streets are window shopper’s delight. It is almost dizzying in the variety of goods available. We began our day at the French Market which is so unlike the Pike Place Market at home. At the French Market the emphasis is on the flea market aspect rather than food–only two  tiny fresh produce stands, a couple of restaurant counters and hot sauce stand. I cannot figure out how the vendors here manage to make a living. Mardi Gras beads, other beads, T-shirts, sunglasses, purses, luggage, silver and other jewelry, dolls, wallets, funky toys, and you-name-it. Who buys this stuff?  (I will admit to buying a purse for my granddaughter several years ago.) And, who needs it? Lastly, what do folks do with the stuff once they return  home? The last photo is a collage of some of what was available. Who really wants those beads?

Away from the flea market, things are a little more normal and around the perimeter of the core shopping and hotel zone are neighborhoods with charming one and two story homes and other interesting and historic buildings. You can find a number of tours by foot, by horse drawn cabs, on a paddle wheeler that runs on the Mississippi and do-it-yourself tours on the St.Charles streetcar line. Lots of things to do here.

Historic St. Louis Cathedral at Jackson Square.

Typical style one story home in the Quarter

A trip to NOLA cannot be complete without a trip to the Central Grocery on Decatur Street for their famed muffeletta sandwich, a tasty combination of Italian cold cuts, cheese, and their own olive salad. The store is crammed full of Louisiana and Italian food items too. If only DeLaurenti’s in Seattle could make those sandwiches…

After an interesting trip over ten days. Today we fly home and I welcome that. I am looking forward to see what has happened in the garden these past ten days and eating some of my own cooking. See y’all at home!

SPRING IN NEW ORLEANS

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THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING, BLUE SKIES AND SUNSHINE. WHAT COULD BE BETTER? Well, spending it in New Orleans is pretty good. Last night it rained and today is beautiful, just a little cool and very breezy. We have not been here since January 2005 so it will be interesting to see what has changed since Katrina.

Yesterday after leaving Mobile, Alabama we went south to Dauphin Island, a tiny, sandy, dot in the Gulf of Mexico. A long, thin strand of highway bridges the gulf between mainland and the island. The main portion of the island is not more than a mile or more across, while the west end is about a 3 mile long, narrow spit of sand, maybe a quarter of a mile wide. I understand the attraction to beaches and wanting a place at the beach, but out here with exposure to hurricanes, this is crazy.

There were a couple hundred or so of these houses. My favorite one is below. The sand is very white and not a lot of dune grass to hold it in place.

At the east end of the island is Fort Gaines, established in 1821 for the defense of Mobile Bay. I found this Tradescantia (hirsutiflora, I think) growing in the sand. I have two varieties of tradescantia growing in my garden. It is a slow spreader.

After our return to the mainland, we drove west to New Orleans arriving about 4:30. Checked into our favorite, The Hotel Richelieu. We have been staying here since our first trip in 1990. And dinner at Coop’s Place for gumbo and rabbit and sausage Jambalaya.

Looking west from the balcony of the Richelieu

Tomorrow  Tom’s conference begins and I am on my own. New Orleans is the one place where I actually like to shop and window shop. There has always been such a variety of shops and merchandise to look at, from antiques and fancy silver ware to cool and quirky art and jewelry.  Not to mention the flea market at the French Market, a collection of STUFF of all kinds: souvenirs, crappy jewelry, knock-off  bags, mardi gras junk and more junk. Pictures to follow tomorrow.

One of the biggest decisions each day is where to eat. There are so many great restaurants here,  from cheap to expense account joints.