lunes, 4 de agosto de 2008

Tuineren

That’s the Dutch word that defines the works that are realised to improve the house garden. In Spanish it would be something like “jardineando”. As ex-inhabitant of the Valencian capital, this is one of the things that I had thought to do if I ever won the lottery, because, except for some privileged people, most of the valencian citizens live in a flat. Here in Holland, most of the families live in houses with a garden in front (very good looking), and another one in the back where they pass part of the summer between barbecue and beer.
This year has not been very rainy, and we have enjoyed (and suffered) working in the garden. I enjoy the garden when the weather is good, the flowers smell good, the dog lies in the grass. But I suffer when, after coming home after a month, the weeds appear. As we are not experts in the subject, it seems that we have a biblical plague that manifests itself in small lettuces that cover everything and with a ferocious resistance against manual removal attempts. Trying to be respectful towards the environment, I decided to fix the problem without using chemical products, that is to say, cutting the weeds manually. When the neighbour saw me doing this, he looked at me strangely and he told me not to make a fool of myself, and I should use “Rundup”. He was right, because cutting manually gives really bad results and all my efforts were in vain. And the result… I used weedkiller (very specific and respectful towards the environment, at least, that’s what the bottle said), and everything was solved. Actually, not all. When I cut the grass, I discovered an elaborate network of tunnels under the lawn. Although I have not seen any, I do believe that I have moles in my garden…. and they use my garden as a hotel. During the winter I saw piles of earth in the grass, but I didn’t think that I would have so many galleries underneath. Of course, I am not going to do any damage to them; I will only close the holes, like a kind of guerrilla war.
In a country so especially commercial, the subject of the garden is a growing business. No matter what time of the day you go, in the commercial centers “Intratuin” there are always people buying things, and not only grandpas or pensioners, also young people with a genuine desire to work in the garden. They sell everything from indoor plants, to centennial olive trees, to automated systems of irrigation and garden dwarfs of diverse colours. One of the reasons why people love “tuineren” is the amount of television programs where they show garden ‘make-overs’. The television networks along with the gardening stores have created true garden fans. I especially like a program called “Tuinruimers” which is presented by a dude, who, when he enters a house, is super invasive and fills the house with plants and flowers, all this without asking if somebody is allergic.