2025/38 - And suddenly Autumn is in the air!

 The summer of 2025 has been both lovely and a tad frustrating for the gardener in me. Lovely because we enjoyed a lot of sunny, hot days, great for the soul. Frustrating because the rainy days we've had since February (!) can be counted on less than ten fingers. And it shows!

The trees are dropping their leaves already, and at an alarming rate. When Puck and I do our daily rounds, they crackle beneath our feet. The bushes are drying out, so blackberries shrivel up before they can be eaten. So I worry. I worry about our lovely summer Oaks which line our streets. I worry about the hedgehogs. And I get frustrated with the desert that my garden has become by now.

This was my Yellow Raspberry on Sept.1st 2024. This year I picked the last fruit (which was scant but lovely) on August 2nd. And its leaves are yellow by now, eventhough I have watered it. The Redcurrant next to it has shrivelled up and died. Oh my giddy aunt! Where will this end?

This was at our 06.00 morning walkies, and you can see the leaf litter under the trees. Still. Puck enjoyed her sniff very much, thank you, and afterwards I hurried to Hunky Dory to water the pots.

Where I was welcomed by this sight. There are worse ways to die than on a flower in the night, I suppose. Its mates were busily zooming around visiting the other Scabious, no one paid it the slightest bit of notice. Poor thing. But it lives on in this blogpost.

Well. Will you look at that?! Sowing the seed in the greenhouse (2 packets!) watering it, singing to it, mollycoddling it, then rescuing the survivors from scorching by putting them in a pot, where they could at least try to survive outside. Because I watered it daily. Sigh. And what do you get? One flower. More to come, at least three more...out of 2 packets. Sometimes this gardening lark is an exercise in humility.

But at least my Hydrangeas were grateful for the water. They are going over now, but have been valiantly looking good.

Is it all sad then? Of course not! This wonderful Papyrus is looking great despite its feet now standing in almost dried out slush. And so is its family, which is colonising the north side of the frog pond. I honestly think it is one of the most attractive reeds there is, especially now that it is getting its autumn colour.

The Malus and Sedum are turning as well. I think this is Sedum 'Herbstfreude', but I am not quite sure as I got it from a gardener who wanted to get rid of it and the others that live in my garden now.

Naturalistic planting

This photo is a good example of how my naturalistic planting in the 'hot bed' is evolving. The hottest plants (blood red Crocosmia) have now turned to seed, the Yellow Achillea, which scorched, is not giving up, but the Carex grass is definitely trying to take over the entire bed. Let me tell you, it looks easy, and when you get it just right it looks bloody amazing, but it is not easy at all! That Carex was a mistake for starters.

But I'll leave you with the first Aster novi-belgii that has come out. I have many kinds in the garden, and they, believe it or not, are looking absolutely fine so far. So I am looking forward to a colourful month of September at least! 

Despite the terrible drought this has been a good summer. I will pickle the last courgette today, eat the last of my Yellow zebra tomatoes and have a few purple Plums. I hope you'll have a good weekend!

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2025/37 - Open Garden Scheme Groei & Bloei 2

 A month ago I promised you all the 2nd instalment of my visit to some gardens in my area of the Dutch Delta. This time I visited a modern garden in Oostvoorne (on my island of Voorne) and a Japanese style garden on the next island over (Goeree- Overflakkee).

Oostvoorne has one of those idyllic roads that everyone knows by reputation, and then sighs 'oh, I would love to live on that road'. It used to be a sandy road, as sand is the predominant substance around there, it bordering the dunes. It is asphalted now, but still called the Zandweg (Sandy road).

This garden is modern, but at the same time quite traditional, in that it is divided into large square or rectangular beds divided by hard paving. That's the modern bit.

The traditionality lies in the use of old-fashioned plants.

So: modern beds, with traditional plants that thrive in sandy soil. A definite win-win in this garden.

The front garden is green. You immediately feel calmed.

You reach the much larger back garden from the side of the house, through a wooden gate.

The first thing that struck me was that the bricked or paved paths were wide. The second thing was they were immaculate. 

Now, when you follow this blog, you'll know that this style is NOT my personal preference... But here it was very effective, and again very calming.

The lady gardener admitted that this year was a challenging one for her many Hydrangeas; she simply had to water them for the open days, especially the Annabelle. But many of her other plants took the scorching sun in their stride.

There was a pond (I love ponds), only four years old, which was not supposed to be that big, but they got a bit carried away with the digger, she said.

It had a lovely Waterlily (not in view on my photo), but I was mostly captivated by the tall grasses at the far end.

There is something exciting about grasses swaying on the breeze, isn't there?

The water was crystal clear, which is great obviously, but at the same time it enhanced the fact that the plants on the upper shelf were not very large (yet). And that in turn made those rocks around the pond stand out. So, in my opinion this pond still needs some time to fulfil its promise.

The (again very tidy) greenhouse was the latest addition. All in all a visibly cherished and very well maintained garden.

Next we drove across the Haringvlietdam to Goeree, where on the Voorstraat in Stellendam is the Japanese style garden that I was really looking forward to, as it is a style I admire.

The front garden of the house was a surprise, in that there was absolutely nothing Japanese about it, and neither was the side garden. Hm...

But later on the gardener told me that he simply had not got round to that bit yet.

But then I got to the back garden, clucked onto my way by the chickens in the large coop.

 And there it was! The huge back garden, enclosed by old Conifers and fruit trees, and dominated by three large connected ponds.

Love at first sight!

I told you I 'have a thing' about ponds, well, I was not disappointed!

This garden is crammed full of plants.

The first pond (to the left of this path, but see the photo beneath this one) which is fed by the rainwater that flows from the roof is a Waterlily pond chock full of very friendly golden orfe and goldfish. Then it flows into the second pond, which has an Acer island with many different Acers on it, as well as the traditional Japanese lantern. And then into the third pond, which  has a traditional staggered wooden walkway, 'to fool the demons'.

There also is a traditional red bridge connecting the first two ponds.

Just one of the many delights along the path to the teahouse at the back of the garden.

The back of the garden is mostly in shade, so it has Acers, Conifer and Pines as well as a large woodpile fence for insects that feed the many birds that live in this garden. It also has Rhododendrons, but they struggle due to the heavy clay of this garden. They are pampered, but still.

The owner came into a lorryload of leftover slabs, so has made rocky mounds all along the borders of the garden.

The largest rockgarden.

The  parterre next to the house.

 

Would you believe this garden was only wrestled from a mess of brambles and totally overgrown fruit trees four years ago? It is a labour of love, and not finished yet. I was utterly charmed by it, and full of admiration for the hard work. The owner promised it would look even better next Spring, so I promised I would come back then.

And that's it. I hope you enjoyed joining me on my garden tour. If you like this blog, please do follow me. And if you'd like to keep informed of my writing, look up my website on Renée Grashoff Schrijft

Take care, wherever you are.

Renée Grashoff 

2025/36 - Feeling hot, hot, hot!

 And yes, heatwave nr. 3 of 2025 is a fact! This morning I walked Puck at 06.00 a.m. with 18° already, and today it is expected to reach 31°, which is officially bloody hot for the Dutch Delta. That is 87.8 Fahrenheit for you on the other side of the world.

I know, I know, when you live in Mexico or South-West Asia (like many of you lovely readers do), 87.8 is peanuts, all in a normal day. But to us Northern delta dwellers it is the talk of the day. Emergency heat plans are unfolded. Old people in care homes are forbidden to leave the shade and get forcefed ice lollies, I kid you not. And for gardeners like me it means water your pots or suffer the consequences!

The Blackberries, which should be at their best now, are shriveling on the bush. There are not many birds about either, so they don't get eaten either. Such a waste! I pick them though.

My Daylillies are doing well, but I have to admit I water them. That border next to the greenhouse is dry as a desert, they would not survive otherwise.

And this naughty Bindweed is benefiting from the spillover water that drips from the tap when I fill my can.

The Lavatera looks a lot like its wild cousin.

Another plant that takes advantage of spilled water is the Nasturtium. This one is scrambling over a compost heap next to another tap.

And so is the Pumpkin.  They are in a plot which is a bit neglected, but do they mind? Not at all.

Meanwhile I rejoice in my perennial Lathyrus, which does not get watered, but is doing very well now. Mind you, I do deadhead! It is not the mass of flowers which I seek yet, but it will get there next year, it is still young.

The perfection of Scabiosa. As long as I deadhead this, it will keep going for at least another month. The bees love it, as do I.

Totally different location! This is the garden of De Bollaarshoeve, situated on the Bollaarsdijk in Oostvoorne. It is staffed by people with a mental disorder and I go there because their homebaked apple pie is lovely. And obviously because the concept appeals to me. But seriously, that apple pie!

And this garden I stumbled across when I cycled to Oostvoorne with a friend. Their Dahlias are beautiful. As you can see, their soil is very sandy, which is not surprising, as this plot is in the Oostvoorne dunes. 

It gladdens my heart when I see people making an effort to garden. Next weekend it is the next round of the open garden scheme again, and I'll be sure to show you what gardens I visited.

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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