It's another day for wilting roses. And punishing peonies.This was two days ago. They just fully opened, but now they are fading fast.
It's 85 at noon, and climbing.
Yesterday when we got our new freezer delivered it was close to 90 at 3:30. We had to make a few calls to get a response but did get the delivery guy to give us a ten minute warning to get the old freezer emptied of the frozen food and stored in such a way that it could hold for an hour or so. The old freezer was still doing its job. I said farewell to it as it disappeared down the driveway. They don't make them like they used to. Those plastic door shelves are narrow and those plastic bins don't begin to hold what my old metal cage held. New is certainly not always improved, but at least it should be reliable for as long as we need it.
Last week, when it was cool, we spent three days, two nights at the cabin on Whidbey Island. We did the usual gardening chores, spent time reading and relaxing, and did some island exploring on South Whidbey Island. I have photos, of course. I'll split them into two batches. Here is Part 1.
The California poppies have gone wild. We did some editing.
The bread seed/opium poppies are nearly done. We'll let them shed their seed for next year. All of these poppies, columbine, and Rose Campion are self sown.
Some of the beach neighbors have flowers too. We took time to smell the roses down at the end of the road on our evening stroll.
It took all afternoon for the sky to clear on Wednesday.
Back at our garden. We got about half of the editing done on Wednesday.
The sky cleared for the sunset.
Thursday morning we finished the job. Yes sir, yes sir, four bags full. All for the yard waste dump to be turned into compost.
After some cleanup up and cool down, we were off to Langley for coffee.
And paying a visit to the village.
I had a few coins to make the whale sing. It did!
Long ago now Tom's parent retired to Langley and were well known in the village. Some people there still remember them. Jill struck up a re-acquaintance with the village glass blower, Rona, and we decided it was time to stop in and say "Hi" to. We reminisced and appreciated her work and I decided it was time to purchase a small piece.
Tom's photos of the glass finials on the sculpture garden gate posts.
There was time for sitting and reading and beach walking later in the day.
That's Mt Rainier playing peekaboo in the distance.