The dreaded thesis is in the hands of the gods now. That leaves me with a cluttered desk, and quite a bit of time on my hands. What to do? Binge-watching old seasons of Gardener's World is always a go (I learned this as well during my procrastination process), plowing through the stacks of books … Continue reading Still firmly with us in the land of the living.
I begged, I whined, I pleaded, I cried, I begged some more, and somehow got to borrow a boat to get to the island where my allotment is! Rowing all the way there makes it feel like much more of an accomplishment. I was itching to get busy digging and cutting, and was curious about … Continue reading The weather is propably to blame for those unfortunate tulips.
When looking for seeds, we'd like something showy; for the tiny little granule to turn into a whopper of a Strelitzia, for example. Often things don't turn out the way we had hoped for. Diseases strike, the seedlings are feeble, the temperature is to hot, or too cold - things are going awry. The spectacular … Continue reading A thousand yellow daisies.
Turns out I have an American neighbour on the allotment! He lived and thrived and surfed through the sixties and seventies, and is now happily living in Finland with his wife. Come spring, his plot has the most extravagant display of tulips - he told me he once bought them from the Netherlands by the … Continue reading Gladioli.
A life botanic 
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