My host slips into some old wooden shutters and then enters her garden. “They’re so hot,” she also says, talking about a pair of favorite sandals. ‘Wood is an excellent insulator, suitable for the garden.’ Where can I be other than the Netherlands?
Her plot is full of old, weathered circles, tightly cut boxwood hedges, exemplifying happy Dutch mania. Polite (Refine). In formal beds, allium and delphinium draw attention in perfectly straight lines.
Much favorite of Dutch gardeners Pavlonia tomentosa (female foxglove) blooms at the end of the garden; The blue-violet flowers stand out against a 17th-century brick wall.
The dam is fine: the Amsterdam Vondalpark, the city park of the Netherlands
The monumental wooden tulips are for sale in Amsterdam
‘Do you plan tulips in the spring?’ I’m making a mistake listening. ‘Those tough girls? So dirty! I do not like them.’
The garden was one of 30 added to Amsterdam open garden days (Open Garden Days) Earlier this year. Unfortunately, this one has been cancelled, but there is a lot of hope that it will run again in June.
You would never guess that there are gardens off the street, behind the big houses in the Kaiserskr மற்றும்t and Herengrach canals.
All go from ticket sales in normal years to reclaiming historic gardens elders in the city.
The wall garden was Hortus Botanicus, founded in 1638 as Hortus Medicus to supply medicinal herbs to doctors. In the garden, take in the scent of the snipe, named after the 17th-century botanist who first listed the 796 plant species that were exported here.
The circular greenhouse, dated 1911, is 350 years old Aldenstein encephalordosis -Psychot like a big palm. The most visible city park of the Netherlands and the ‘Green Long’ of Amsterdam is the 120 hectare Wonderl Park.
On weekends, it’s packed with joggers, roller skaters, doc-walkers and picnickers, keeping the Dutch word in practice. Breathe fresh airReplacing bad (indoor) air with good (outdoor) air and experiencing the positive impact of nature.
Hartus Botanicus’ wall garden, pictured, was established in 1638 to supply medicinal herbs to doctors
I got a tip from a local guide, Bart de Schwartz, that if I wanted to see the Dutch interest in gardening, I should come by bike from Wonderpark and drive ten minutes to Sloterdijkermeer – 274 allotments. Here, ice peas (Snow pea) hangs in frames and thrives in herb gardens.
It is a cozy place, with benches and chairs in comfortable circles for gardeners to sit A drink (A valuable feeling, usually genver), and a friendly casual constantly yells my way I explore.
South of the city, Amsterdam’s Bose began as a post-war job creation project, a huge park planted on 2,500 acres of land reclaimed from the sea. Because the terrain is wonderfully flat, it is a wonderful way to explore by bike through the woods, over the meadows, over bridges and footpaths that take you there.
The Amsterdam Bose, above, is a huge park planted on land reclaimed from the sea
Kate Vickers admiring the view of the Niue
For a view of Niue Mir Lake I stop? pancakes (Pancakes) On the terrace of Pavilion Aquarius. Below the kayaks slide and disappear into the gullies at the edge of the high reeds, flying gray herons. Back in town, at SheepstimmerManstrod (Shipright Street) in the harbor, I get the case of house jealousy.
In the 1990s, residents of the municipality were given free rein to build their dream home on the water with thatched roofs.
Nothing was open to the public, so looking at the tall green oases of these modern pickup crowns in 17th century canal houses, I would.
According to Kate (the floating flower market of Amsterdam) ‘very touristy’.
Horticultural photos may turn heads at Amsterdam’s floating flower market in Whisletrod (they cry a lot), but since 1862 it’s been respectable. Bundles of 40 tulips are just a cost and you can save quality bulbs to plant at home.
In a city that sells the prettiest flowers, even in sidewalk flower shops, it’s hard to isolate a florist.
Looking at the luxurious bouquet of cream-pink peonies that I bought there as a gift for a friend, I remember the words he wrote to the painter Paul Cague when he first saw Van Gogh’s sunflowers.
Simple pleasures like surfing in the park or going to the garden are now more appreciated than ever, and his words seem bitter.
‘That is it. . . Boo,” he said. Many Amsterdammers. . .