According to the news, Scandinavia has had an exceptionally mild winter. I can agree. Copenhagen weather to date hasn’t been much different from a grumpy Melbourne winter. On the news they said bulbs were flowering (well, I haven’t seen any apart from in pots in shops) and some trees were starting to bud.
I have to say I can’t wait.
We’re both gardeners so we’re looking forward to seeing Denmark in the spring. The only thing I’m not too sure about is just how many Danes are passionate gardeners. Hopefully someone will correct me but, at least around Frederiksberg, those lucky enough to have gardens don’t appear to do that much with them.
I think Australians must have inherited the passion from the English because gardens, even tiny ones like ours back home, are for the most part, revered to obsession. People go really kooky over gardening. My grandfather and my mother are two who fitted that eccentric type of green thumb.
My grandfather was the kind of ‘everything in its place’ type of gardener, while my mother took a more romantic view and loved Gertrude Jekyll. Our family country place is up in the Victorian Alps and the garden is often threatened by ‘vandals’, like wombats and deer.
I remember once all of us having drinks outside one early, balmy summer evening and someone spotting deer wandering through. My mother remarked how beautiful they were.
The following evening, she was patrolling the area with a shotgun.
Anyway, I can’t smell spring yet but I can’t help but get a bit excited. I think it’s going to be big.
(Attached are some pics from the farm)
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