Hello there! Every now and again I look at the stats for my blog and I see someone from your neck of the woods has visited my site. I have no idea whether you’re American visitors who ended up here via Google and left again when you discovered you couldn’t understand a word of it, or whether you’re Dutch people who live in the States. In case you’re not (or in case your Dutch has become a little rusty): here’s one blog post just for you!
Let me tell you something about us Dutch and our gardens. We love a hedge. We love hydrangeas. We mow our lawns once every two weeks. We like having barbecues in summer and we like building huge timber structures that we can sit under when it rains (and it rains a lot). We think that’s what you guys have in your gardens and we like the idea of a great American rustic cabin with a rocking chair and a fire bowl. (We don’t know that you call it a yard and a porch).
We love growing things. Many of us try to grow some veg. We have a great history of small allotment gardens and people growing potatoes in their front gardens to loosen up the soil for planting. We like a bit of civil disobedience, so if we don’t have a front garden, we dig up a few tiles in de sidewalk and plant hollyhocks.
We don’t realise that plants are cheap to buy over here because we grow enormous amounts of them. Most of us have never heard of Piet Oudolf, who designed the planting for the High Line in Manhattan. We are pleasantly surprised when we find out, but we are not very good at dealing with heroes.
We love your white picket fences and we grow loads of amelanchier and rudbeckia. Although we prefer echinacea, we think of yellow as cheery but a bit vulgar. We would find it difficult to live in a suburb where everyone has a lawn in front of their house and no-one uses fences. We like our bit of land, our patch of the planet and we like our fences.
How about you? If you happen to read this post, let me know. What is American gardening about? And what makes an American gardener?