Tulips or Bust — Netherlands Trip Notes (June 12, 2013)

Photo1 Garden with textLet’s face it – going to the Netherlands in the spring is about tulips. It is what it is. You can talk about the canals and the red light district and smoked sausage but pretty much everyone who goes to the country in spring is looking for tulips…and their counterparts, the daffodils and the crocus. And we were certainly no different.  We had dreams of seeing fields of tulips like gigantic impressionist paintings spread across the landscape…..Monet or Van Gogh in dirt, if you would.  And we had planned and checked and cross-checked and scheduled so that we would be in country when the tulips were in full bloom. But it was not to be. Although the tour company had assured us that the first week in April was the optimum week for visiting to see the best and the most tulips, Mother Nature had other things on her mind in 2013. Things like blackberry winters and whirling snowstorms in Europe in late March.  There is nothing like a late cold spell with freezing temperatures and snow to keep the bulbs dormant, snug and warm underground.   As we flew over northern England and noted lingering patches of snow on the hills, I had a sinking feeling about our chances for tulips but I had high hopes nonetheless and it didn’t do to fret over it too much….when you’re flying over England and the North Sea, it is a bit late to change your travel plans.

Photo 2a flower market w textAnd so, we continued.  We spent time in Amsterdam and saw wonderful old buildings and canals and some birds and enjoyed cool Amstel lager and a very expensive margarita but there were no tulips or daffodils or crocus.  We did see an herb garden growing in a sunny window and the largest, if not the only, floating flower market in the world.  We went to Kinderdijk and saw beautiful windmills and geese and lots of rain.  We traveled in layers – long sleeve shirts with sweaters and jackets – because it was still very cold in country and you never knew when the sun would come out and bless you with a little warmth allowing you to strip off some of those layers.  We visited a lovely town called Hoorne – more canals, more birds, a lovely visit with a former mayor…but, again, no tulips or any flowers to speak of except maybe a few lonely crocuses (croci?).  We visited a former royal palace, Palais Let Hoo, with beautiful formal gardens but not a blooming flower in sight.  So, you can imagine how excited we were to go to an actual tulip farm. Hallelujah, we are finally going to see some tulips. Or not.Photo 2 No tulips with text

The farm was a wonderful experience.  We got lucky and our guide for the farm tour Photo 3 Five together greenhousewas the farmer’s wife – no one would know better what’s going on at the farm than the farmer’s wife – her business to keep up with absolutely everything. (Do notice the down jacket.)  We were advised that the Dutch think of the farms as “bulb” farms because what they are growing as a sellable crop are the bulbs.  Hmm.  I hadn’t thought of it that way but it makes perfect sense.  So, they grow tulips in order to harvest the bulbs and sell them all over the world. In the fields – some of which, unfortunately, were under plastic in an effort to warm the fields and allow the tulips to grow in spite of the cold weather – the tulips are planted in the fall for harvest the next summer. When the tulips come up in spring and bloom, the blooms are cut off to allow the plant to recapture all the nutrients in the stems and leaves to be absorbed back into the bulb and to prevent the loss of nutrients by producing seed heads after the bloom.  So, in fact, there is a limited viewing period for blooms in the fields under any circumstances.  They actually have a tractor that goes through the field removing the blooms and capturing them to be used as compost.  It seems a bit of a shame to have all those glorious blooms just whacked off and thrown away…but their money-maker is the bulb, not the bloom.   In the fields, that is.

But there was a second line of business for this tulip farm and that is for cut flowers.  So there were huge (and I mean huge) greenhouses that were used to grow tulips to sell in the flower market in Amsterdam.  The season for cut flowers is from December until May so we were visiting at the end of the season.  This farm sold about 6 million cut flowers per season, all tulips. Yes, I said 6 million with an “m”. The whole farm was quite an operation but the scope of the greenhouse operations was very impressive.  I cannot keep saying “gigantic” and “huge” but “large” just doesn’t describe the operation there.  The cold storage unit was probably bigger than our house back home.  The “fridge” as relatively empty at this point but we were assured that the space was not wasted – in autumn when they bring in the bulbs to plant, the unit is packed to the gills – floor to ceiling –  with hundreds of thousands of bulbs.  Some of the bulbs will chill in the coolers to give them time to go dormant to be grown in the greenhouses over the winter to sell as cut flowers.  And the rest will be planted in the fields where they will rest throughout the winter waiting for spring to become next year’s bulb crop.

But back to the greenhouse business…… fascinating.  I am often reminded of how many details there are to running a successful business and how most of us take it all for granted and, perhaps, think that tulips (or automobiles or houses) just pop up out of the ground and it’s all so easy and no one has to work at all as things just sort of happen on their own.  But that is far from the truth, of course.  Even on a farm where things, like tulips, do literally pop up out of the ground, there are a million and one details that have to be attended to in order to get to harvest.  The bulbs are planted in the greenhouses on a staggered schedule to provide for cut flowers throughout the winter. When the plants are at the bud stage, they are inspected and sorted by a specialist whose job it is to know from Photo4 Rejected Tulipjust looking at the bud, whether or not, the bloom will be beautiful and full or not.  The sorter picks the flowers (pulls it up by the bulb) that pass inspection and leaves the rejects – blooms too early or too late or has a virus or is mal-formed – to become compost.  Yep, lots of composting going on at this farm.  The bulb is sliced in half and the stem is plucked from inside so that every inch of the stem is available as part of the cut flower.  It seemed strange that they would go to so much trouble to get an eighth of an inch more stem but that mystery was solved when we were advised that the flowers are sold by the inch.  While an eighth or fifth of an inch doesn’t sound like much and would only bring in an extra tenth or so of a cent per individual stem, the fractions can add up when you are selling thousands of the flowers per day.  Let’s see, six million cut flowers multiplied by a fraction of a cent….well, you get the picture, those quarter- inches can add up to real money by the time all is said and done. The farm employs about twelve workers for the process of processing the cut flowers, which are really just buds at this stage.  The flowers are harvested at the tight bud stage so that they will be fully opened as blooms at your local florist and not an hour before.  The flowers are packed by the dozen and transported to the flower market every afternoon to be sold at market opening early the next morning.  By noon, the next day (less than 24 hours after picking), the flowers are on their way to all parts of the world.

Photo 9 Plastic fields w textOne final note about the tulip farm in North Holland. The farm is a family farm that has been passed down for several generations but is on “reclaimed” land – that is, land that used to be under the sea.  It has been “reclaimed” several times over the past few hundred years.  The farmer’s wife told us that they used small “kennels” to irrigate the fields – turns out she was saying “canals” but I kept hearing kennels and trying to figure out if it had something to do with dog runs. Just a little loss of communications there for a moment. At any rate, she said that occasionally the salt would come up out of the ground in spots and they couldn’t plant there for a season or two.  It seemed as if the sea is always ready to reclaim the land from the Dutch who are always ready to reclaim it from the sea. For hundreds of years this battle has been going on and I suppose it will continue as long as there are crops to be planted and people to plant them.

So we got a taste of tulips and the overall industry but we still hadn’t really seen any tulips to really write home about.  We had one last shot at seeing great masses of tulips – the Keukenhof Gardens at Lisse, Holland.  And we couldn’t wait – finally we are going to see tulips.  Or not.Photo 7a Greeter w text

Keukenhof Gardens are only open during the spring every year (mid-March through mid-May).  The Keukenhof is a private flower garden – the world’s largest, I am told –  that is open to the public for tourists and visitors but the primary purpose of the gardens was originally to allow growers to exhibit their flower bulbs and dealers and buyers to see the all the varieties of tulips and daffodils and crocus in a garden setting.  According to the guidebooks, there are about 7 million flower bulbs planted over 32 hectares – or about 79 acres.  (Just in case you find yourself trying to figure out hectares and acres someday, there is a converter on line at http://www.asknumbers.com/HectaresToAcresConversion.aspx.)

Photo 6 pavilion iwth textIn the very beginning, the garden was set up to grow herbs for the kitchens for Countess Jacqueline of Hainaut, hence the name related to the kitchen gardens.  The garden is set up to display the flower bulbs and there are also pavilions showing the flowers in more of a “display” setting with information about the varieties and their availability. And, finally, the garden is set in the midst of farms and fields where the tulips, etc. are grown.

We visited in the rain, of course, and it was cold, again, so we spent a good Photo 5 crocus field with textbit of time in the pavilions where it was warm and dry.  And where there were lots of tulips and daffodils and amaryllis and every other bulb plant you could think of.  And they all were quite lovely and I took tons of photos to bring home to show everyone we had, in fact, seen tulips. We also did a little bit of birding in the gardens – why waste an opportunity to do so when birds do love gardens too?  And we only got lost once and we almost missed our ride back to the ship but that was because I was buying souvenirs and that is another story entirely.

According to the Keukenhof’s website (http://www.keukenhof.nl/), 2013 was a good year – Very successful Keukenhof season. The 64th edition of Keukenhof ended successfully. It was a year of extremes. The first 3.5 weeks were extremely cold, followed by a sunny May vacation and ended with a park that still bloomed exuberantly until the very last day. This year 848,984 guests visited Keukenhof.”

 Photo 7 Gardens with textUnfortunately, we were there during those initial 3.5 weeks but maybe we’ll get to go again in the future….. but maybe we’ll hold off until the first week in May next time…..maybe Mother’s Day or thereabouts…make sure it is a little warmer for us and for the tulips.  But, all in all, we did see some tulips in full bloom and we did see some daffodils and crocus and tulips in the fields although not as many as we had envisioned.   And I did get some ideas for adding some more bulb flowers to our garden at home. Unfortunately, the flowers I liked were the more expensive ones. Guess you cannot have too many flowers to grow in your little piece of the earth.

Finally, the farmer’s wife did tell us that, if we wanted to see a bulb farm in the States, we should try to visit Brent and Becky’s Bulbs (https://store.brentandbeckysbulbs.com/) near Gloucester in southern Virginia.  Now that might work.  No planes and no snow in April in southern Virginia – at least I hope not.Photo 8 four tulips together

Just Keeping Busy, I Suppose

IMG_0641I had gone into the sun room to relax a few moments this afternoon – just rest a bit before my husband came home from work. But I noticed that there were 8 (count ’em) beautiful golden finches hanging on the thistle socks chattering away to each other as they delicately extracted the thistle seeds and ate. I wondered at their conversation and what they might be communicating to each other on this warm spring afternoon. But I didn’t have too long to ponder because I remembered that I needed to fill the other bird IMG_3928feeders in the back yard so I headed around to the backyard to get to it. While I was taking the seed to fill platform feeder number 1, I noticed that the creek bed and pond were both low and needed to be filled so the pumps wouldn’t burn out. So I went over and dragged the hose to the pot at the bottom of the creek bed, turned the water on and started to refill the creek bed. But first I had to clean the debris off the pump IMG_6216where it had gotten sucked up onto the pump when the water was low – so I did that. Then I went back to the seed buckets and got the black oil sunflower seed for platform feeder number 2 and replenished that one. By this time, the creek bed was filled with water and running okay so I turned my attention to the pond and moved the hose over and started filling that. While I waited for the pond to fill, I pulled some grass that was growing where we didn’t want it to grow (and why does grass only grow only in the flower beds or on the walkways?). But when I looked up, I remembered that the safflower seed bird feeders were empty too so, once the pond IMG_4352was filled and working properly again, I headed into the house and up the stairs to get the safflower seed from the sun room. But on my way, I noticed the stack of freshly laundered towels and picked them up to take upstairs. Seeing that I had left my lunch dishes on the stair, I picked them up and carried them to the kitchen. After I stowed the towels in the bathroom, I went back to the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher and jotted down a few items on the grocery list I saw on the counter. I stopped for a moment to figure out exactly why I came upstairs and then remembered the safflower seed. SO it is off to the sun room to get the safflower seed bag IMG_1962and a seed cake since I had just noticed that the seed cake holder on the trellis by the blueberry bush out front was also empty. So I added a new cake to the holder on the trellis and then headed to the safflower seed holder out front and reached in to remove it from its hanger in the weeping spruce only to accidently brush a limb and get a face full of pollen (it is the season for that). I filled the feeder, dusted off my hair and face and then headed back to the backyard to fill the safflower feeder there only to find that the feeder had been taken down and set on the ground and the clematis vine was now totally IMG_4008entwined in the bird feeder. I have no recollection of putting the bird feeder on the ground but, no doubt, I put it there at some point in the past few days with every intention of re-filling it and got distracted by something else and totally forgot it was there. But the clematis noticed and decided it was just the thing to grow upon in its meandering all through the flower bed. So I extracted the clematis and filled the feeder with safflower and re-hung the feeder in its proper place. Then I had to carefully place the clematis back on the trellis where it was supposed to be growing before it took a detour into the flower bed and onto the safflower feeder. Then I remembered I had been filling the bird feeders and I had not gotten around to filling the IMG_3225duck feeder by the creek bed. So that’s what I did next because I surely would not want Mr. & Mrs. Duck to show up and find that, once again this week, there are no duck food pellets in the feeder. Now, I’m sitting here exhausted wondering what it was I went to the sun room for in the first place and it is time for my honey to come home and he wants to go out tonight and I am nowhere near ready for an evening out. I need a break. Maybe I will go up to the sunroom and rest for a few minutes before he comes home.

Originally Posted by JustJoan (http://joanniegirl.blogspot.com/) in April 2011 (Original blogsite for JCampbell)