Tillamook County Master Gardener Association

2019 OSU Master Gardening Classes

Below is a copy of the schedule for the 2019 Master Gardener Classes.   If you would like to attend just a single class or a day of classes please contact the extension office for pricing.

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2019 Master Gardening Class List

In Just 3 Days…

In just a few short days, on a cold winter Thursday morning, there will be a group of people meeting in this room.

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Sure the chairs will be arranged differently.

But the atmosphere will be the same.

The lively chatter will be heard throughout the building.

It will be the beginning of a 13 week journey into all things gardening!  A delight for the garden lover to the garden wanna be.  A place where friendships and bonds will be started.

You will be assigned a group, and mentors will be provided in that group.  You will be given contact information in case you have questions and you will, have many questions.

And your mentors, will be so kind in answering them all!

If you have signed up and have any questions please don’t hesitate to pop over to our Facebook back and ask away. As a long time ago professor once told a classroom of his student’s:  “There are no dumb questions.  Just stupid answers!” So feel free to ask us anything.  Just understand, we might not have the smartest answers!  But we will give it our best shot.  And as all good Master Gardeners know, we have ways of finding the answer’s.

If you haven’t yet signed up.  You are worried about sitting in a room with a lot of people. You aren’t sure how you will get a long.  Or you want to put it off for next year.  Just remember, I put it off for 8 years.  And it was one of the greatest mistakes I made in this county.  Trust me when I tell you, these people, these gardeners, are some of the nicest, most down home people you will meet!  They are from all over the nation, and they treat you like family.  Down to the hugs I get when I walk in the room.  You are family here.

So if you haven’t registered yet… you still can.  You can even show up on the day of the first class.  But try not to be late.  Because trust me… The first thing is introductions… and while they terrified me… They were the best start to the entire class!

We are looking forward to this year!  And if there is anything we can do to help you, please don’t hesitate to ask us!

Welcome to the family!

From The Apprentice…

Hello fellow gardeners, and those that just think flowers are beautiful, or just like to eat Veggies!

The season is coming to an end.  The new Master Gardening class for 2019 was just announced a few weeks ago and I wanted to hop on and explain what it was like, the first year.

I can’t call myself a true Master Gardener, yet.  I am hoping above all hope to get my Orange badge at our awards ceremony, but for now, I am ‘The Apprentice’.

That is what the first year students are called while they are working along side the other Master Gardeners.  We are Apprentice’s.

This year, even before the classes were over I was training and volunteering to teach the ‘Seed to Supper‘ program with the wonderful Folks at Food Roots.   It truly is an amazing program that helps people learn how to grow food in our area.  Especially if you have never grown ANYTHING!

A true honor to be involved in that program.

I helped with the plant sale.  A major fundraiser for our association and a great way to help the community get amazing plants specific for our area.

I mean did you see the Dahlia table .. and the tomato table!

By the way, I am sold on the Big League Tomatoes.  They were amazing in my garden this year.  They literally are still producing.  Slowly.. but I saw one this morning.

I learned and then helped with pruning.

I help in the office and answered questions and learned to test soil for the PH level.

There is just so much more….

The mentoring program they have created within this association is one that should be duplicated across all other agencies.  From the moment I entered the doors I felt welcomed, wanted, and valued.  There was always someone by my side that could answer my questions and let me tell you, I ask a lot of questions!

I am not the expert by any means.  Don’t expect me to identify a bug just by it’s hind legs.  And don’t think I can ID a plant off the top of my head.  But I know where to look to find the answers, and if I can’t find the answer I know who to contact to help me.

Looking back at this year I can not even express the wonderful friends I have made.  The people that have touched me and loved on me.  To think, I was so very nervous the first day of class I nearly threw up in my purse as we were all introducing ourselves.  And look at me now?  I can’t wait to head out to the learning garden and help pull weeds and work besides other volunteers and I am so tickled pink when they see me getting out of the car and they are sharing what they found or the extra’s they have.

I have made solid friends with the other Apprentice’s as well.  We all have found our own niche inside the association.  Doing what we love and helping others along the way.  I was worried, I wouldn’t find something to do that would be fulfilling.  I have instead learned not to speak up.  Or I will be leading the adventure.  It’s all just amazing!

I guess you could say I have found a family.  With a garden as our table.

I have heard from so many of you that have seen me in the video’s, you are all asking the same question… should you take the class?  Do I think you would fit in?

Yes and YES!!!!  My friends (that’s all of you!!!!  even if I don’t know you!) take the class.  If you like gardening, or even remotely think you want to start a garden and you want to meet some of the nicest people that also share that joy with you…. Please take the class.  You will literally find a group that will welcome you and come alongside you and show you the ropes!

There is laughter and fun and dirty fingernails.  What could be better?

If you are like me…. and you want to… but your getting nervous at the thought of new people?  find me.  I will be there on the first day.  And I will sit with you while you introduce yourself.  I will be your biggest cheerleader!  Because friend, you can do this!  And then December of 2019 I will be there to see you get your Orange Badge!

(watch now I won’t get one!! I am sure I passed all the requirements… great.. now I am nervous!)

Fall Home & Garden Classes

OSU Master Gardener Fall Home & Garden Classes – For Everyone!

The Tillamook County OSU Master GardenerTM Fall Home & Garden Classes will be held Saturday, December 1, 2018 at the OSU Extension Service building at 4506 Third Street, Tillamook, OR, (503) 842-3433. The classes are open to everyone. They are taught by Master Gardener volunteers. The fees will be used to cover class supplies and to help support further Master Gardener educational projects.

During each time period there are 2 classes to choose from:

9:00 am — 10:30 am Hearty Soups or Garden Tools.

10:40 am — 12:10 pm Cooking with an Instant Pot or Propagating Perennials

12:10 pm — 1:00 pm Lunch on own

1:00 pm — 2:30 pm Plant Identification Aps for Your Phone or Dahlia Dividing & Swap.

No pre-registration required. Pay and register on the day of classes. $5.00 per class (per person)

Please pay with cash or checks only. Make checks payable to: TCMGA. Registration begins at 8:30 a.m. or 30 minutes before a class starts.

First come—first serve. Register at the front desk.

Smelling the Petrichor

 

That afternoon, I watched the clouds start to move in, like soldiers in a parade.  First the thin wisps, string like, faint white against the summer blue sky that was the hallmark of our warm and dry summer.

The grass crunched under my shoes as I made my way out to my favorite chair in the front yard, the place of lemonade sipping, book reading, and enjoying the bees, birds and summer afternoons.  Even where we had watered, the leaves of shrubs and flowers looked thirsty, wilting and brittle.

I tried reading my book, but I was soon lost in watching the weather change, thin white streaks, then horsetail clouds, looking more like breaking surf at the beach.  Popcorn clouds came next, all in a checkerboard, neatly separated by the blue border of sky.

Something deep inside of me, something primeval, told me to focus, and pay attention to this change, this moment in time.

White gave way to shades of gray, as the checkerboard thickened, and turned into ropey strands, making a basket weave pattern across the western sky.  The bright summer sun dimmed, turning to silver, and then a platinum blue, behind the new curtain of clouds.

The wind stilled, then freshened, and changed direction, as the afternoon parade marched by.  Faint odors of cut hay, newly harrowed dirt, and summer dried forest spiced up the air.  Even a bit of salt from the ocean ten miles away caught my nose, reminding me the weather was changing, and rain was on its way.

The wind shifted again, and more open blue sky appeared above me, and then more of the checkerboard and then the ripples of an ever thickening cloud cover.

My chair was a good place to practice my guitar, serenading the hummingbirds and late summer robins and sparrows, and sometimes the neighbor’s dog, who comes by often to visit, and bark when I play Johnny Cash. Today, though, the guitar strings were fussy, needing to be retuned again and again, as the air pressure changed, making all my notes go flat. My wooden barometer was falling, and I had to readjust.

After dinner, I returned to my chair, to enjoy my book again in the falling light of the evening, and to savor perhaps what was the last dry evening of summer. I wanted the rain, yet I didn’t want to let the summer slip out of my hands.

When it was finally too dark to read, I abandoned my post as the weather watcher of the yard, disappointed that I hadn’t felt that first drop of rain on my arm and my face, alive, almost electric.  The clouds had thickened, gray turning to black.

Just before bed, I checked again.  Still no rain.  The yard was silent in anticipation.

I awoke at two, stirred by a sound, something new. I felt called, a muted voice telling me to check it out.  Something had changed. It was time to pay attention.

As I opened the door, my nose came alive with the smell I’d been yearning for.  Alive, yet with some musk, something smelling dry but damp, both stale and fresh.

Petrichor.  The name of that smell.

“…the term was coined in 1964 by two Australian scientists studying the smells of wet weather — is derived from a pair of chemical reactions.

“Some plants secrete oils during dry periods, and when it rains, these oils are released into the air. The second reaction that creates petrichor occurs when chemicals produced by soil-dwelling bacteria… are released. These aromatic compounds combine to create the pleasant petrichor scent when rain hits the ground.” (livescience.com, 2013)

 

The word petrichor is created from joining the Greek words for stone and the blood of the gods. It is a word that is conflicted, just like what it tries to describe.  Inert, yet alive. Solid, yet flowing.

 

Deep in the lower reaches of my brain, the place where my ancestors’ voices can be heard, where I think ancient memories reside, there arose a sense of familiarity and comfort. Petrichor.  My ancestors knew it well.

And it was raining and I was satisfied, relieved. The deck and the leaves of the roses were wet and shiny, even in the dim light of the night. Fresh and new, coming alive.

The arrival of the rains mark the new year for me. September is a time of great change. The cool, wet weather, the start of school, the approach of the fall Equinox, harvest time, historically the beginnings of war.

Now is the Jewish new year, Rosh Hashana.  It literally means the head of the year. This is the beginning of the agricultural year in the Mideast.  The tradition has been traced to the earliest times in Egypt.

The garden is alive again, leaves are full of moisture, the grapes are fattening and ripening in new found wetness. I’m coming alive, too. My creative juices are flowing, and I’m creating new art. The late summer doldrums are giving way to new energies and ideas.

It is time to grasp the possibilities of the new year. Have a good and sweet year!

 

–Neal Lemery, 9/13/2018