Ella's Garden 2012 HOG WILD SEED SWAP: Tuinkabouter's list of seeds ... http://cubits.org/users/mail/new.php?q=Tuinkabouter
|Members Name: Tuinkabouter's list of seeds ... http://cubits.org/users/mail/new.php?q=Tuinkabouter|
MY HAVES TRADING LIST
|I have too many seeds to mention here. You find and see them all here: http://www.freewebs.com/belevenissen-van-een-tuinkabouter/ap...|
There's pictures and a description of how to grow a plant, and in which zone. This will make it easier for you to decide wether the seeds you fancy will really work for you.
If you want any seeds from me, please ALWAYS send me a c-mail as I'm particularly busy and may miss you on the chatting threads.
MY WISHLIST ( 10 things I really want)
|I'm in for almost everything, especially if it's either special / rare / has garish or blowsy blooms / a heirloom vegatable. I'm also interested in tropical fruits. If you have large quantities of any kind of seed that you want to get rid of, I'm interested too.|
THINGS I DON"T WANT
|Don't think that exists!|
ABOUT MY GARDEN
|In the long, hot summer of 2003 we moved to our first suburban paradise close to the sea. The garden turned out to be a peculiarly shaped bit of land. The layout was fine but much of the plant life had died. Only a couple of shrubs were still standing. I knew little of gardening but was soon cought by the virus. In the long, hot summer of 2003 we moved from a 1930's appartment to our first suburban paradise. Our garden turned out to be a peculiarly shaped bit of land, about 50 square meters in size. We liked the way it was laid out, but most of the plants had died.|
Even before the smell of fresh paint had faded, I was already infected by the garden virus. While the men were busy sawing and hammering inside, I was already putting my first plants into the soil. Hydrangea's, for instance: in full sun. I had a lot to learn......
An addiction was born: in the years that followed I read everything I could put my hands on. I learned how to sow and how to take cuttings. By doing so, I developed a real fascination for the many different kinds of plants.
The garden soil wasn't too bad: all it needed was loads of compost. It drains very well which is a blessing in winter but a curse in summer. During dry periods I have to water it every other day (in cooler periods) or even every day (in warmer ones). Someday there will get myself an automatic watering system.....
Two terraces, one cirkel and one square, form the basis of our backyard. They are flanked by two borders. The garden is completely screened off by wooden fences covered with climbing plants. Every border houses a tree (an Atlas cedar and a Laburnum) and some shrubs, which I train upward to cover the fences. In one border sits a wooden barrel (well, half of it) that I turned into a miniature pond. In between I squeeze as many hardy and annual plants as I can. Lots of patio plants and herbs in pots fill every nook and corner.
We do not have much of a front garden. In fact it looks more like a big window box. It is in a very sunny spot and its soil is extremely dry. Putting a plant in it is always a gamble because you never now if it's going to make it through summer. However, those who do usually survive winter too, even petunia's, Nemesia's and Osteospermums!
We live close by the sea. Too distant to be bothered by salty sea breezes but close enought to profit from the water's warm temperature in winter. We actually have very little frost here. In winter only the really tropical plants have to be moved inside, the rest can do with little or no protection.
At the moment I am still going through that phase in which every plant is fascinating and thus worth trying. This means I do not have a real planting scheme. One can easily say that in summer my borders are completely disorganised while in winter they are quite bare. This does not bother me in the least: my garden flowers from february to december and always looks cheerful. More experienced gardeners say this phase will pass and I will focus on just a few plant families or on a certain colour. To be honest, I really hope I will not!
All in all I'm an emotional kind of gardener. Having my hands in the soil and my nose between the flowers makes me happy. Husband Harry, who tends to the poetic, puts it like this: with my head in the clouds and the world at my feet!
In the summer of 2006 I finally obtained my own allotment. Below you can see how a jungle of brambles and nettles changed, slowly but surely, into a little paradise. Here I planned to grow my own fruits but also vegetables, mainly the ones of which we eat the fruits or seeds. That is why we called it "The Court of Sweetness". This is the (again inadequate) translation of the Dutch "Hof der Zoetheid", a word play for "Lof der Zotheid". This is a famous book by Desiderius Erasmus, who lived in the 16th Century. "Zotheid" means insanity and that is exactly how we felt when we started clearing the allotment.
(Image by Tuinkabouter)
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