2025/31 - Shades of the subtropics.

 Hello Singapore, hello Mexico!

You are on the other side of the world to me, but we have so much in common 😀 We are gardeners and wildlife lovers.

This morning I entered Hunky Dory at 07.30, through the heavy squeaky gate where the ripening brambles are bearing fruit now.

That early in the morning there is no one there, just the way I like it. The older I get, the less I enjoy the hustle and bustle of crowds. When I was young, I lived in London, and loved it. Hard to imagine now! 

When Puck and I did our early morning walkies at 05.30, we met a roe deer in the small meadow on the rampart. He (it was a male) saw us and froze. Fortunately Puck only scented it, because her eyesight is deteriorating. I so enjoy sightings like that!

But I know that in Singapore people think nothing of seeing families of otters patrolling the streets and parks. That is SO cool! And says a lot about how you treat animals.

The other wildlife I spotted today was a tiny spider (a gewone tandkaak) that was feasting on a dead bumblebee. I cannot imagine it had killed it, probably it was an opportunistic act.

Yesterday I watched Garden Rescue and heard that day-lilies are edible. Really? Frankly I don't dare try...

This is Hemerocallis Crimson Pirate, and I think they are much too lovely to eat!

The Lily in the middle is lovely, but it is the only one that survived the flooding of this bed in 2024.

You know that I adore roses, right, I have told you often enough 😊 The Desdemona and Schneewitchen both are on their second blooming now.

Gorgeous!

This shrub is a Mirte (Myrtus communis) or Myrrha. Apparently those lovely flowers are edible too. This is the first year that it seems happy to be in my garden. Last Summer I though I was losing it, so I pruned it back hard. Perhaps it is the long hot Spring of 2025 that revived it.

The Gaura is doing its best amongst the Crocosmia.

But this one...two years ago I had one flower. Last year I had one flower. This year there's...one flower. Rather disappointing.

That can't be said of the duo above! They have spread themselves all over the garden. The bees love them, so fine by me.

The apples are still rock hard. I'm hoping I can have a good harvest.

Out of an entire packet of seed, I have managed to grow 5 Zinnias. The rest succumbed to the sun and drought in the greenhouse, despite daily watering ... But: those 5 are lovely.

Well, I'll leave you with an overview of the pink/purple bed. Those Cosmea in the middle (not in bloom yet) are hot pink.

I hope you will have a great weekend, wherever you are.

Renée Grashoff 

2025/30 - Some you win, some you lose...

 July, true Summer, and my garden has exploded. This year the Crocosmia I planted three years ago have decided they would finally show what they are capable of. Finally my 'hot border' looks hot instead of lukewarm.

Needless to say I am very happy. The Lilies (both dark red and deep orange) are doing well too. But where is the gorgeous burnt sienna Alchemilla? Vanished. The yellow one is still there, but has hardly grown.

I planted the orange one behind the broom. Oh well.

The Clivia is much happier now that she is partly in the shade of the Silver Pine, and the dark red Heuchera is blooming. But I realised, whilst mowing my grass paths, that that part of my path is disappearing under the growth of that tree... placing my circle in the middle no longer in the middle. Beginner's mistake.

My neighbour has pulled his onions. There is something deeply satisfying in a harvest, I think, even if it is not my own! Lovely glaucous greenery.

Despite some leaf wilting affliction my Buddleia are blooming happily. And the Echinacea are wonderful.

I adore them! Those Fibonacci spirals!

And they make a lovely contrast with the drumstick Aliums. My pink/purple border definitely lives up to its name now.

Mind you, the yellow one does its best as well. I decided to make use of the rampant Solidago and planted a Fennel, not knowing that that Fennel would be equally as rampant. But it has quite a nice effect, don't you think?

The other corner of my plot is a mix of yellow and purple, so that it then morphes into the purple border. There is method in my chaotic madness ;-)

My daily watering of the Hydrangeas has paid off, they are not wilting despite the dry soil in that border. But I think that self-seeded red Currant will have to go... it is too near the path.

My efforts of hiding the useful but ugly water butts are paying off. My other neighbour told me he has used the seed of my special red Lily, and it has come up in his garden. That's so cool.

Okay, I'll leave you with a pic of my Rose. It is in its second bloom, has a lovely scent and was anonymous. Have a lovely weekend, and if you are curious about my author website, here is the link: Renée Grashoff Schrijft

At 07.00 a.m., when the sun suddenly hid itself.

2025/29 - Mrs McGregor's Garden

 When you are my age, you have probably grown up with Beatrix Potter's stories. Her little books were the first ones that did not only satisfy my need for cute naughty kittens and fluffy rabbits, but also woke me up to the concept of a kitchen garden. Alas, Mr McGregor scared the pants of me! But Beatrix's drawings of his garden were fascinating, and instilled a life-long love of kitchen gardens.

When maintained well, they are gorgeously poetic. The garden next to mine is such a garden. I will post a photo when you scroll down in this blog. But first I'll tell you about this veg garden.

My neighbour (mid-80's) has had this garden for over 60 years. He gardens the old- fashioned way: digging, rotating, milling, sowing seeds and planting out. His knees no longer allow him to kneel to thin out his beetroot, he says. I swear they thin out themselves, just to please him.

I would, too. His potatoes, in this terrible potato year, are a dream to behold. His strawberries were 4x the size of mine.  His cabbages produced fat healthy babies! He does everything just right.

For me, where the only carrots I grow are the wild variety (photo above) that seed themselves anywhere they please, his veg patch is a joy to look at. He, in turn, says he enjoys looking at my naturalistic chaos, which buzzes with insects. 

By the way, that bumblebee on the Hydrangea was still fast asleep when I took that photo at 07.30 a.m., while his mates were busily buzzing away.

Anyway: where my neighbour is Mr McGregor, I am Mrs McGregor. In true 20th century fashion, she hardly gets a mention in those books. I think she bakes a pie somewhere. But she certainly does not grow the veg! Well, neither do I. I love looking at them, but am pretty hopeless at growing them this year.

First my excuse was the drought. And still is. The hand full of yellow Raspberries that I managed and the one meal of Broad Beans are my successes. Along with the Romaine, Paksoi and Lettuce. But I am better at growing flowers. That is to say, flowers happily do their thing and I try to take care of them as best I can.

Despite heatwave nr 3, most flowers are uncomplainingly doing their thing. Some better than others, I must admit.

Right, time for that veg photo.

I took it this morning, from the corner of the almost emptied potato patch, looking towards my plot. To the right some succession potatoes (he's good at that), Romain, Cabbages, Beetroot. To the left Leeks, Lettuce, Onions. In the middle his amazing Strawberries (finished). Behind them more Onions. In his greenhouse Tomatoes, Cucumbers, String Beans, and Chinese Cabbage.

The monster Artichokes are mine. I had to tie them up to the obelisk after the storm we had exactly a week ago.

I braved the Ladybird larvae and dove in. They are over 2m tall by now, so unfortunately too tall for me to be able to watch the bumblebees using the flowers as hammocks in a week's time. I wrestled them to the obelisk, it was a bit like trying to get a cow to shift. Have you ever tried that? I have.

Right. I will leave you with a photo of the river near my house, the Brielse Maas (dammed off from the North Sea unfortunately, so the water turns green with algae in Summer). I will upload a new blog to my website today as well, so do take a look, why don't you? Renée Grashoff Schrijft

Brielse Meer/ Brielse Maas (same river, since dammed it is a 'meer' and no longer a river) at 06.15 this morning. My favourite walkies with Puck.

Have a good weekend, wherever you are!

Renée Grashoff 

2025/28 - Promises, promises...this summer is bursting with them

 There were promises of rain. Except it was mizzle and did not make my garden ecstatic with joy. Then there were promises of fair weather; sunny with the gentle temperature of 23°. Except it was overcast with windforce 6 and 19°.

My conclusion is that our Met Office don't know what they are talking about. But I know that us being on an island facing the North Sea (sort of) makes the weather unpredictable. 

Anyway, my balcony has weathered the last storm, as my Clematis and Pandorea are proving. The white Pelargonium though I had to heavily deadhead. As I did the red ones. A single day of storm and wet make the heavy flowers turn brown.

When I enter Hunky Dory, I am first greeted by a lovely scent of the huge Fig next to the path (it is my never visiting neighbour's and has reverted back to Jungle) and then by that of my Fennel family. It is just about coming into flower. From one specimen it has produced ample offspring, which is now all over the place. I quite like it, so it can stay, for now. But this is the limit, if it colonises even more of my garden, I will start removing it.

 And here it is: the sun has come out as I write. I immediately lowered the sunscreen, as it will become unbearably hot in my flat otherwise.

As an aside: this was an outing to the beach Tuesday: you know, when it would be fair. Instead my three friends and I were sandblasted and soaked. That beach is in Ouddorp, the nearest thing we have to desert. It is huge. To reach the sea takes a 20 minute walk.

And back to the balcony. Sorry my friend, this is a back- and forth experience. 

The cherry Tomato is producing loads of tomatoes. So far three were ripe, and tasted...mwah. I have high hopes for my other one though, as it is a zebra Tomato I had two years ago, and it was lovely.

This is Victoria. And finally, after 4 years of sulking and not producing flowers, she is looking good! She was next to the obelisk, and apparently hated it. As soon as I took it away she started growing.

This is it. I cannot for the life of me begin to think WHY Victoria hates it. The perennial Lathyrus and white grape like it just fine and are having a race to the top.

Last week I promised I would move the Clivia to a shadier spot and I have. Hopefully this suits her better.

Small, unpretentious, but one of my favourite flowers: the Mexican Fleabane. Suddenly my country has also discovered it, and it is in the nurseries. I had to sow it myself before, and failed, but this one is doing great. I will carefully remove the seedheads and sprinkle them everywhere.

I'll leave you with a photo I took in Ouddorp. There is a milk goat farm there, De Mekkerstee. Hundreds of goats, the scent and sound of them was overwhelming, hahaha. But in the middle of goat chaos was this couple having a loving cuddle. It was so cute, and they kept it up for ages. I adore goats, so had a great time cuddling the ones that came up to the fence.

Okay, this is it. Have a great weekend wherever you are!

Renée Grashoff