2026/4 - Memories of gardens past.

 Most of us gardeners never forget our previous garden(s). Which is logical; you have spent hours and hours of your life tending and shaping that garden, right? Sometimes you move on to an even better garden, sometimes you reluctantly can't.

Our first garden, 1969, hugely significant, for there I fell in love with green things. Especially with the meadows, where my mother kept goats, whom I adored. And the weeping willows, where a family of screetch owls lived.

She left the upkeep to others...who all accepted my interest with indulgence (and roped me in when nails and gardening tools had to be handed up, etc.) and gave me rides in the wheelbarrow.

This first home in the Dutch countryside, miles from a village, formed me. Eventhough I enjoy visits to cities, before long I need to get out.

My first garden

In 1987 I started my very first garden, on a balcony, so life has gone full circle by now. I again have a balcony garden now, as well as an allotment.

I was very proud of my garden, and quite disappointed when folks came round for drinks and did not even notice my pretty flowers.

The first proper garden

But then! In 1993 hubby and I moved to a corner house in a council row, so we had a front, side and back garden. Oh joy of joys! Hubby threw himself into the hard landscaping, and into keeping ornamental doves, and I spent every free minute shaping my dream garden.

Sorry for the blurry photo, this was pre-computer or mobile phones. But you get the gist of the lay-out.

I am still trying to duplicate the lush greenness of this garden on my allotment, but the soil is very different there, unfortunately.

For example, those Japanese Anemones,  the shining stars of my previous  garden, simply do not do well in my present garden. I keep trying though...as I really like them.

The side garden as seen from the fence. We had just planted a plum tree.

My daughter's rabbit Honing (honey) perched on his 'mount'. He had the run of the garden, and sat for hours on that pile of roofing panes, surveying his kingdom. The dog, cats and doves all respected him, as he was quite feisty.

The greenhouse was a great addition. Finally able to grow proper tomatoes and cucumbers was wonderful.

The last addition we made to that garden was a large pond...and I have no photos of that, unfortunately. Life took an unpredictable turn and I had to leave my old life and this garden behind.

I have no regrets about leaving that house, at all, but the garden...I still dream about that garden regularly.

Present day

I am nothing if not a pragmatist, so my present garden is very different. I try to go with the flow of my allotment garden, and some things work out better than others. The one thing that has not changed, is my love of emersing myself in my plants, both on my balcony and on my plot. I feel happiest when they tower over me...it must be the willows that imprinted on my early youth.

I already have made plans for both balcony and allotment for 2026, that is the sheer fun of gardening, isn't it?

So from Puck and me, a very green, happy weekend!

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Bye!

Renée Grashoff 

2026/2 - Hunky Dory Dormant? Not quite!

 January is a month when your garden is dormant, when you live in my part of the world. At least, it used to be. When I was a child, we had night frosts, and often day frosts as well, and sometimes weeks of snow. And if it didn't snow, it would pelt you with freezing rain. But those times are gone! Nowadays, the garden is taking a bit of a rest, sure, but there are lots of plants that do not go to sleep at all.

Take my beloved Desdemona rose for example. She says "what do you mean, it's January?" I always deadhead it, but wait with really pruning until March. This year she is refusing to go to sleep. You can tell by the yellowing leaves that she is a bit confused about it all.

The Malus Red Sentinel which I planted especially for the birds (who ignore it) is hanging on to its apples, and keeps on looking gorgeous. If ever I have the opportunity to move to a house with its own garden again* (instead of keeping an allotment), I will make certain I plant a larger version of this super tree.

* I will need to win the lottery for this.

Going strong as well is this Pyracantha "Teton". I treat it with great respect, as its thorns are so vicious that they pierce my leather gloves with ease. I used to have one that covered the front of my old house, and every year a pair of blackbirds would make their nest in there. They were totally secure, my cats did not dare climb the shrub and brave those thorns.

The Ixia are still blooming all over the garden, they will not give up. But from a pale pink in October, they have gone to a hard pink. It makes them stand out against the brown and green. They spread themselves, I planted 10 bulbs I think, and now they are all over the place, and very welcome.

This 'weed' is pretending it isn't winter either. It belongs to the same family as the Fleabane and can be a terrible thug. I tend to pull it out in Spring, otherwise it would dominate my entire garden, leaving no room for other plants. But now, in winter, I am happy to see it, as it brings sunny joy.

My silver Pinus is showing it is very healthy and happy. Although it is growing at an enormous pace, much too fast for my plot really, I love it. It goes to show you cannot believe all information given on labels...this was supposed to be a dwarf variety suitable for rock gardens. It towers over me already.

They are a bit nibbled, but very welcome all the same, my Primula. They appear in our shops in February, and go as a typical spring house plant, and usually I get gifted one or two. Very much appreciated, as I tend to enjoy them as long as they flower, and then move them into my garden to live on  there.

This shrub has gone through some name changes. I used to know it as Veronica as well as Hebe. It is from New Zealand and tough as old boots. Eventhough I cut it back hard every year, as it is getting much too large for the border it is in, it flowers all year long.

This calendula has self-seeded and doesn't take any notice of the chilly, wet weather. Such a cheerful, dependable little plant. It is a great starter plant for children, as the seed almost always grows successfully. Mind you, the allotment mice love to steal the seeds out of my seed trays, as I have found out to my dismay. So it is a lucky thing the plant spreads itself around.

Another plant I really like, or a shrub really, is the Viburnum Tinus. Very dependable, and it flowers just when you need it to, in the gloomiest, bleakest winter months. This one did not like my cloggy clay much, so it took three years for it to find its feet, but now it grows and it looks lovely. I need to help it a bit against the Artichokes, that is true. I planted that entire bed too close to eachother, not realising that some plants would dominate the others. Those Artichokes! They are the garden bullies, they really are.

Garden ivy, common as muck. But look closely at those glossy leaves, with their lovely veins! I deliberately planted it against my fences, for the birds love to nest in it, and insects use it to hide and hibernate. And when it grows too vigorant, I simply cut it away some. And, also very important in January, it stays stubbornly green. I use it for my Christmas decorations every year as well.

I'll leave you with Puck, as she also brightens up my January days. This was when she was in her prime, she is a lot older and greyer now. Next month she has shared my home for 7 years already. She was an adult when I got her, age unknown, and very traumatised. She will never be a happy-go-lucky dog, but she is a great friend.

Every December she gets progressively stressed out by the fireworks, up to the point where on Dec 31st I cannot drag her out any longer. So she holds her pee until all goes relatively quiet (this year that was at 04.00!) and then we race outside. Every Jan.1st we joke together that now WE will make some noise, but she never does, she is much too polite.

Have a good weekend, wherever you are, and bye bye from Puck and me.

Renée Grashoff 

Have a wonderful weekend, wherever you are.

2025 /48 - My gardens are winding down... but birds visit!

 Whilst I am writing this, I am looking with half an eye at the Blue Tits that are investigating the bird peanut butter that I have put out for them. They have returned from their Summer residences, wherever they may be, to browse for insects amongst my balcony plants.

They will spend the winter in the bushes at the end of my street, but will come to visit my balconygarden. Then in April/ May they build a nest on my flat roof, raise their babies, come to visit the garden as soon as their offspring can fly, and then disappear until November.

I do my best to protect their food against the Jackdaws and Magpies, that also like that food, and fly up in very noisy, feisty pairs to investigate. Not that I begrudge them the food, but they are capable of gobbling up in 30 minutes all that the Tits take days to eat.

The large birds do very well around here anyway, as they are not above turning out the garbage cans along the footpaths, and I see them take snacks from the cat food bowls left out as well. As well as making the most of dog turds (ieuww!) and leftover fast food. Puck gets very upset when she sees them eating from the bowls by the way, as she is not allowed to. She thinks this very unfair.

This photo was before the latest storm, they have almost dropped all leaves by now. It always makes me a bit melancholy, that dropping of the leaves. It is beautifully sad, for it means we are in for months of grey skies and dripping tree branches. And working in the garden is a chilly, wet affair.

My neighbour's plot is looking ordered and well, as always.

Mine...hahahahaha. Oh well, I do my best!

Mind you, I managed to plant some self-seeded perennials, finally! It had been February I was able last to get a spade into to my soil! My Senecio Silvergleam had made dozens of babies in the neighbouring plot next door, which has been left a wasteland for the last year. So I dug up the largest ones and planted them along that drainpipe leading to my struggling leaky frog pond. That pipe is ugly as sin, so the Senecio will hopefully camouflage it a bit. The second benefit is that the bees love the yellow flowers. And the third pro is that I really like silvergrey foliage.

The Eucalyptus on that wreath is a good example. It lights up even the gloomiest day!

That photo is one of a series I am slowly accumulating, of doorways brightened up by plants. This one is in my hometown, where lots of people fortunately share my love of greenery. One day I'll be able to do an entire blog about those doorways.

Puck is a very reluctant model. It's hard to tell she was actually enjoying her walkies very much! 

Okay, time to call it a day. Do visit me at my website Renée Grashoff Schrijft

Have a good week, wherever you are!

Renée Grashoff 

2025/47 - Hello November, how are you?

 Well and truly into the misty, grey, damp season we are now... I have put the huge towel into the hall again, for drying off Puck after walkies. She adores her spa moments. I don't mind rain or mist, but I'm not so fond of the combination of rain and wind! They, and my glasses, make for a situation where I cycle through town like a blind bat most of the time.

But rain makes the last of my flowers shimmer and shine.

The wet has made my garden perk up, in fact there are more flowers now, than last August. It helps that the nights are still relatively mild, around 12°C.

As soon as we start having night frost, quite a few of them will give up and wither.

The Ixia doesn't mind at all that it is wet. I was worried that the bulbs had died during the drought we've been having, but they simply delayed showing themselves. Phew, what a relief!

They are in amongst the Crocosmia, Rosemary, Aquilegia and the Carex which has spread itself all around this bed.

The same applies to my Cosmos. It is finally showing flowers, well, lovely, better late than never.

Prettily pink! 

The Malus is looking great as well. I planted this for my pleasure, but also for the birds, as I read somewhere that they enjoy the fruit. But so far they have never touched it.

Tiny flowers, but they have a gorgeous scent I can smell from metres away! And so can the bees. Even in the rain some of them were buzzing away. I hope the lot of them will manage to find a place to sleep over winter amongst my bee hotels or under the wood pile. I even have bees staying on my balcony. I know, because of the neatly cut away pieces of leaves in my planter, which they use to close their burrows.

The trees around Brielle are in full Autumn regalia.

I always have mixed feelings about November. On the one hand I am dreading the winter months (grey!!), on the other I quite enjoy the scent of the fallen leaves and all my plants going dormant. And I can actually get a spade in the ground to plant or reposition plants, there is that too.

Look!

Finally been able to move my Kiwi from the pot into full soil. Hopefully it will like its new position, and grow me a nice screen.

And the same applies to my three roses. Into the ground! That Sage on the right is doing great again, the rain has benefited it, and the two heavy storms we've had last week ( wind speeds up to 130 km/h !) have not done any damage to Hunky Dory.

I'll leave you with a photo of Puck enjoying herself licking the raindrops of the Pelargoniums on the balcony. She is a senior now, walkies sometimes are a very slow affair. Sniffing everything takes forever, and sometimes she seems to forget where she is and why we are where we are.

I then need to remind her. She tends to stare at familiar objects with a puzzled face; what IS that thing? It being the tree we pass at least twice a day, for example. But she still perks up when she spots a cat. Cats need to be reminded that Puck is Queen. All the cats of my neighbourhood know her, and most of them don't take a blind bit of notice of her. Oh yeah, that's that silly dog that jumps up and down, duh!

Still. I suspect that my doggie is in the first stages of dog dementia.

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Have a good weekend wherever you are!

Renée Grashoff 

2025/35 - Oh boy, despite the rain it is still like Timbuktu...

 We have had a week of lower temperatures, a wagonload of wind and some rain. But Hunky Dory is still as dry as a desert. It is a bit disheartening, I must admit.

It made for gorgeous cloudy skies; this is Brielse Meer at sunrise last week. But that rain mostly fell in the North and East of my country and bypassed us. I can't get a spade in my concrete soil. My plants (the Kiwi!) are frazzled. Some have died. My grass has turned to dust.

Mind you, this is the natural state of my drumstick Aliums. I like them even when dried out, very architectural.

But look at this corner...The colour says it all, doesn't it? Parched!

Even the Tansy, which is tough as old boots, is so dry...

So is it all Doom 'n Gloom? Of course not! My darling Desdemona is looking gorgeous next to the Gaura. I deadhead religiously.

And the Zinias are happy behind the Sedum, which is on the cusp of turning rose pink.

The pink bed is doing its best to stay pink, despite being very thirsty. But look at my grass...It is a good thing that I know it will perk up as soon as it has had a lot of water!

The border next to the greenhouse does get watered regularly; it is the only way I can keep my Hydrangeas alive. It is next to the massive Fig Jungle of my never present neighbour,  so when I tend to it, I am in the middle of a cloud of fig perfume. Oh, how I wish I could bottle that scent! So lovely! Mind you, the wasps think so too... So I am careful not to piss them off.

At home, in the balcony garden, I need to keep watering daily, otherwise it is over and done with. The many Pelargonium are fine, but all the more dainty flowering plants are gasping. The Cucumber has not produced a single cucumber! But: not all is lost there either. The Tomatoes are doing reasonably well. The cherry one has kept me in extremely tiny fruit, my Strawberries were larger! But the yellow Zebra one has done very well! The fruit tastes lemony, very fresh. Utterly unsuitable for cooking though, you need to eat them raw.

Aren't they lovely?! 

This is the star of the show at the moment: the Portulaca. I will try to keep it for next year by taking it indoors as soon as the nights turn cold again. Last year I forgot, and it turned to mush at the first frost, silly me.

Okay, time to walk Puck. My rescued doggie is getting old! She has good days and not so good days, and despite being a Curaçao dog, she suffers from the heat. I'll see what day she is having today. This morning was fine, she wanted to chase the street cat (not allowed) and a Blue Heron (not allowed either) and then sulked a bit until it was breakfast time.

Sulking face!

Have a good weekend, wherever you are.

Renée Grashoff