Oysterville Daybook Archives

Quick!  It’s Trimmin’ Time!

Quick! It’s Trimmin’ Time!

What a strange year it's been for our rhododendrons -- especially our Honorable Jean Maries.  Our cold, wet spring meant spasmodic blooms late in May -- not the usual solid mass of color earlier in the month which has been the  norm since we were...

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Planting Babies and Hoping for The Best

Planting Babies and Hoping for The Best

Today was Plant Baby Mastershalums Day at my house.  Thirteen of them.  A baker's dozen... or, in this case, a gardener's dozen! I watered them, too, but then read Caroline Miller's comment on yesterday's blog: They say Mastershalums are the...

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Oh, please don’t let me kill them!

Oh, please don’t let me kill them!

I think of my friend Ann as the Queen of Mastershalums -- and if you don't know Winnie-ther-Pooh, those might be Nasturtiums to you.  Years ago, when Ann lived in a different place, her summer/fall garden was a riot of yellows and oranges and reds...

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Snip! Snip! Snip! And away goes summer.

Snip! Snip! Snip! And away goes summer.

Now that we have wonderful "Garden Girls" who come and do the heavy lifting (and bending and pulling and lugging and digging), I mostly snip snip snip.  All spring and summer I've supplied the house with fresh bouquets but now my snipping has more...

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Enough with the gray already!

Enough with the gray already!

I don't mind gray hair.  I find gray clothing rather soothing.  But I'm not a fan of this interminable gray weather.  I SO wish the inland areas would cool off a bit so our "moist marine layer" would move on and we could get back to the sunny skies...

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Bumper Crop of Bambis in Oysterville

Bumper Crop of Bambis in Oysterville

Suffice it to say that Mrs. W.T. Deer knew what she was doing when she chose this particular Oysterville garden to hide her newborns.  She must have had insiders' knowledge that this wasn't mean Mr. McGregor's garden and that her little ones would...

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Look who’s playing first fiddle this year!

Look who’s playing first fiddle this year!

The Merry Month of May in our neck of the woods means rhododendrons!  And at our house, it means Jean Marie Rhododendrons, in particular. Or to be really exact:  Jean Marie De Montague Rhododendrons.  They were my dad's favorite and he planted them...

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Hooray (mostly) for the rain!

Hooray (mostly) for the rain!

As everyone knows, the importance of rain boots is keeping your feet dry.  When that function fails... well, what is there to say? It's not that my boots are all that old.  Pat Fagerland had a pair that she loved and I asked her where she got...

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From Champagne to Salad Greens!

From Champagne to Salad Greens!

Recycling, refurbishing, renewing.  Nyel is adamant about all of it.  Including repurposing.  Today's (read "this week's" or possibly "this month's") project deals with an old galvanized washtub. Neither of us remember where that washtub came...

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Even Granddaughters Grow Old

Even Granddaughters Grow Old

It's been close to ten years since I've "reported" on the status of Fern III -- the  Deer Foot Fern (or Davallia to be more exact) who sits on a table in the bay window of our bedroom.  Right now she seems to be going through a case of the winter...

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Just a matter of teamwork!

Just a matter of teamwork!

Nyel is ever patient; I'm more impulsive.  Nyel tends to be cautious in his judgements; I'm more decisive.  Nyel is reasoned; I'm intuitive.  Both of us are persistent and usually we have the same goals in mind.  We make a good team.  Almost...

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Where’s our hedge fund when we need it?

Where’s our hedge fund when we need it?

It was at least twenty-five years ago, but I remember it clear-as-clear.  My mother was still living in this house and we were a mile down the bay at our place.  She called early one Saturday morning and said that we had to "drop everything" and...

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