season’s end
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thanks to Allan’s hard work and our assortment of beloved clients, we had a most profitable and enjoyable work year.
Now comes vacation...a month of rest and reading and indulging my new computer addiction: Scrabulous on Facebook! (If Scrabulous is still around, find me there as Flora Gardener and challenge me to a game.)
We had Christmas with Allan’s parents, sister and brother in Seattle,
and thus work ends for the year....
Monday, December 17, 2007
The mild weather kept work going for a long time...Lack of frost meant cosmos kept blooming into late November. Finally we had to pull them, still slightly blooming, out of the old boat at Time Enough Books at the Port of Ilwaco in order to plant the last batch of narcissi.
Even after the storm, we found beauties in the garden as we made our last visit of the season to each.
a storm known as the monster
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Finally the storm came, and all the skeptics must have been sorry they did not stock up ahead of time; it lasted three long days of winds up to 140 up in the hills, and 85 mph whipping through the towns. Downtown Astoria’s businesses lost windows, sucked out by the vacuum of the wind, and all over Northwest Oregon and our Peninsula groves of trees splintered and toppled, roofs and siding blew
holiday event..the calm before the storm
Saturday, December 1, 2007
We knew the storm was coming from the news: Hurricane force winds bearing down on us from across the Pacific. Saturday, December 1st, was windless but snowy and sleety...Not the sort of day on which I usually venture forth as I’ve an intense dislike of walking around on slippery snow. However, since our friends, the Grey Sisters, J9 and Jill, had organized the wonderful Humane Society Brunch,
clamming in the sunset sky
Thursday, November 29, 2007
We had one of our clamming weekends here at the beach, drawing large crowds as always...wonderful for our tourism, and especially for our clients who have clam cleaning sheds (Klipsan Beach Cottages and Andersen’s RV Park). Even though he’s lived here for three years, we have never hit the clam tide at the exact moment for Allan to see the way an evening dig showcases a string of lanterns