I live in Copenhagen, but the garden is located by our holiday home, 1h45m outside the city by public transport.
We have 1250 square meters of land, bordered by free-growing hedges with interspersed trees on three sides and a small stream at the back of the house. At present the garden is mainly lawn, surrounded by a few borders, but I plan to expand the borders and reduce the lawn while also making room for a small vegetable garden.
I have very little gardening experience, but I grew up in a house with a garden and I seem to have picked up a bit of knowledge through my childhood, so it doesn’t seem to be entirely new territory.
Many of the plants in our garden were there when we bought the summer house, but we have added a few ourselves, both purchased plants and plants inherited from my parents, my grandmother and my husband’s grandparents’ allotment.
Hello there and thank you for dropping by my blog !
I’m sorry we never got a chance or time actually to visit your beautiful country while we lived in the Netherlands .. our son had a chance to get to know a Danish family when he was friends with a Danish lad at the international school he went to .. wonderful customs and attitude about life in general : )
I’m still working out bugs on the new computer and I suspect it isn’t automatically cleaning up my spelling mistakes .. LOL
Joy
So nice to “meet” you! Thanks for visiting my blog. My son just returned from Sweden where he lived for two years. He visited Copenhagen and remembers the KFC, a reminder of home. I’m intrigued with your mention of inherited.plants… surely they are the most cherished in my gardens.
It’s great fun to buy new plants and sow seeds and so on, but there’s a charm that money can’t buy to having plants from your childhood living and growing in your very own garden.
Whenever I see my rudbeckias I will see my childhood garden, and the hepatica is a small piece of my grandmother’s garden, transported from the farm to her present suburban home to my summer house garden. They are worth next to nothing in hard currency, but I can’t imagine buying anything for the garden that would give me greater pleasure than the inherited plants, grown and given away with love.