Amaryllis

Amaryllis

The moment is finally here. Our warehouse is full of freshly harvested Amaryllises. The bulbs are looking beautiful, and they carry that trusted scent of Amaryllis bulbs that always accompanies the...
De herfst is begonnen, tijd om bollen te gaan versturen

Autumn is here, it is time to ship bulbs!

The last varieties we offer in our web shop have arrived at our warehouse, which means it is almost time to get to packing orders. And also finally time to start visiting Amaryllis growers! The fir...
Na zonneschijn komt regen.

After Sunshine Comes Rain

One of our favourite national ways to pass the time is the classic complaining about the weather. I also often hear the optimistic version of this week’s title, after rain comes sunshine, but after...
Koken

Cooking

We'll keep it short today because we have some cooking to do. Not in a pressure cooker, mind you: the Daffodils need a good four hours in the vat. Though simmering is not quite the right ...
Dainty Miss

Dainty Miss

Isn’t she beautiful, that little, proud ‘Dainty Miss’. She really is one of my favourite daffodils. Here’s what I’ve written about this marvellous little daffodil on our website: What a cutie; Flo...
Wadlopen bij Fluwel met de Grauwe Franjepoot

Exploring the Mudflats Behind Fluwel with the Red-necked Phalarope

Flower bulb growers sometimes choose to flood a field. This is done to get rid of weeds, fungi and small bulbs left behind in the soil. Quite a clever method really; there is plenty of water in the...
Dagje Texel met gevulde koeken

A Day Trip to Texel

Frequent readers already know I visit Texel a couple of times every year, and this time, I took my nephew Sigge with me. He is one of the star players in our Dream Team, and before we left, we made...
Bram Duindeveld

Eating Dust

Time for another quick tour of the flower bulb growers. One of our American customers was over to see how this year’s bulb harvest is turning out. He does that every year because, just like us, he’...
Hier Shakespeare

Shakespeare

I wandered Lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and Hills,When all at once I saw a crowd.A host, of golden Daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and Dancing in the breeze.