Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Boller Castle Park, South of Horsens fjord

The Boller Oak.

    
Boller Castle

 
            From the park with the moat, an old tree and water plants.



                          From the rose garden , here is a fine collection of old English roses.


                                            From the fuchsia garden





                                           From the Japanese garden

From the herb garden and the apple orchard
The park at Boller castle south of Horsens fjord has a large collection of plants. Here is a rose-garden, a fuchsia-garden, a herb-garden with kloster plants, an apple orchard, a Japanese garden, here is primrose, and geranium. along the castle-moat are water plants like sweet flag, and big carps live in the water. The park is also known for the old trees. The hollow Boller-oak is ab. 1000 years old and one of the oldest oaks in Denmark - and also one of the thickest. It was once hit by lightning and the top broke off.  It has been hollow for the last 200-300 years, but it seems in spite of its old age to be vigorous and in good growth. In the forest by Boller has been plant progeny from the old oak. The garden is open daily 10-20 from 1. April until 15. October.

photo Boller slotspark: grethe bachmann

Monday, June 20, 2011

Lavender/Lavendel


 Lavandula angustifolia



Lavender is rich in history and myth.

Lavender is an evergreen , perennial half-bush. Lavandula angustifolia is usually called English Lavender; it is about 1 m high with lightblue flowers, but there are other species with pink, violet or purple flowers. The origin of lavender is the western Mediterranean, where it still grows wild. By the Greeks the name Nordus is given to lavender, from Naarda, a city of Syria near the Euphrates, and many persons call the plant "Nard".  The ancient Romans lounged in lavender baths. It is an ancient medicinal plant, and it gives a relaxing feeling if it is put into the bath water. The old name lavander comes from lavare, meaning to bathe.

In the Middle Ages was lavender often spread in the streets, and it was found in each herb garden. On the Greek island Patmos was wild lavender spread in the streets in front of  the holy procession in the Easter-ceremonies. In the 1800-1900s people sewed small bags with lavender and put them into the lady-hats. This should prevent the ladies from fainting. (maybe because of their tight corsets!) Lavender was also familiar to Shakespeare, but was not a common plant in his time. In Spain and Portugal they still strew the floors of the church and house on festive occassions or to make bonfires at St. John's day.



Lavender belongs to the large plant family of mints. The plant is sun loving and need well-drained soil. The English lavender, Lavandula angustifolia, has over forty named varieties, from pastel blue to dark violet varieties.The French lavender, Lavandula stoechas is especially used in perfume production. Butterflies love lavender.  The beautiful butterflies and the sweet honey bees are always busy in the lavender patch. In various parts of France, Italy and England the plant is cultivated exclusively for its aromatic flowers - even as far north as Norway. It is also now being grown as a perfume plant in Australia. The essential oil is produced from the flowers and the flower stalks.


Lavender thrives well in pots and in the stone bed. It can take a very strong trimming and is easy to cultivate. It is popular as an edge-plant, often in front of the rose-bed or along the garden fence. Lavender can be trimmed after blooming or in the spring, before the plant starts a new growth. Lavender was already used in the 1500s to give scent for linen, and it is a good idea to plant lavender close to the clothes-line - and eventually put small pieces of cloth and socks to dry on the lavender bush. Both flowers and leaves are covered with small oil glands, and the strong aromatic scent stems from volatile oils. Flowers can be dried in bundles in an airy place and put into "breathing" pots. Keep them dry and dark. Lavender is not long-lifed in bundles. It is great for  making potpourri, lavender bottles, lavender bath splash. With its heavenly fragrance is it considered the premier of all perfume. Lavender is harvested in Provence for soaps, oils, perfume and delicious tea.




















Kitchen
Lavender tastes fantastic, lavender with strawberries and white wine or ice cream, smells like summer, tastes like summer. It is not a common spice, but it is characteristic of the cuisine of Provence. Lavender is a part of Herbes de Provence and is used in meat dishes instead of rosemary. The strong aroma is also fine as a spice in drinks and as giving taste on vinegar. Try to sprinkle fresh flowers over pine-apples with ice or grill lamb chops with lavender. Freeze the flowers in ice cubes or put them in the dough for the buns. It can also be used as an unusual and extravagant flavouring for sweets and to lend a unique character to home made jams and fruit jellies. It is also used to spice honey and cake-creams - and small leaves can be plucked from the stalks and put into meat.


Medicine
Lavender's healing qualities grew through the centuries ever gaining the reputation of warding off the plague.
It has roots in ancient herbalists with its history of healing properties, glorious colours and enchanting perfume.
The effect of lavender is calming, refreshing, uplifting expansive, soothing etc. Lavender also alleviates motion-sickness. It is diuretic, calming in nervous illness in the stomach and is good as an inhalation for asthma-patients. Medicinal plants with an effective impact on the central nerve-system are often poisonous, but lavender is an exception. It impedes nervous tensions and nervous palpitation.

Today lavender is first of all used in lavender water and lavender oil. It is put into scented-pillows, scented bags and in potpourri.But it is also an effective herb for medicinal use. The oil is disinfectant and helps healing wounds and psoriasis. The oil contains 40 various substances; it might irritate the skin, but is at the same time increasing the afflux of blood to the skin, and it contains tannic acid, which makes it a good remedy against inflammation and wounds. The essential oil is used on insect bites, burns and blemishes. Rubbed on the forehead against migraine or upon the skin by rheumatic pain or neuralgia. Sprinking lavender oil on your pillow makes you fall faster asleep.

Lavender has found a modern status in aromatherapy, where the steam from a dekoct of lavender is inhaled, and it has succeeded in moderating mild depressions. Another effect is a remarkable alleviation in respitatory problems or a beginning cold.

















Folklore
 According to ancient belief you will be able to see ghosts, if you wear lavender twigs under your clothes. If lavender thrives well in your garden the girl in the house will not be married, for lavender thrives best by old maids. It was said to avert the eye of evil and was dedicated to the goddess of witches and sorcerers, Hecate. By burning the lavender the Devil could be kept at a distance. The plant is also said to have achieved its scent, when Virgin Mary washed the Infant Jesus' clothes and afterwards hung the clothes to dry on the plant. When she came to fetch the clothes, they had a clean and fine scent, and since then the plant has kept that scent. According to the flower language lavender is a symbol of mistrust.


Source: Geraldine Holt, Den store bog om krydderurter; Anemette Olesen, Danske klosterurter; Anemette Olesen, Krydderurter i haven.

photo: grethe bachmann

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Vikings /The Expeditions

Norsemen, Danes, Swedes


The Viking expeditions are grand. They include all of Europe, to the east along the large river-roads through Russia, to the Caspian Sea and the Black Sea, to the west along the Atlantic coasts down past Arab Spain through  the strait of Gibraltar and the Mediterranean. But they also include the wild unknown North Atlantic with the Faroe Islands, Iceland and Greenland, even America. 

The three Scandinavian countries had each their own geographic profile externally, and their own political interests. The names Sverige, Norge and Danmark show that each country had memories of old historic life. The name Sverige (Svearike) is the rige of the Swedes, a rige meant in that period a land where a king was the ruler  (= English: a kingdom). It is not a coincidence that the name of the land of the Swedes pointed to the authority and power of a king. The Swedish kingdom existed long before the Viking-period.

map from 1539 with Danevirke

Danmark means the mark (land/field) of the Danes. The old meaning of the name "marc"  = uninhabited borderland.The Mark must in this connection be the land at the south of Jutland's foot, the wild land south of Danevirke, which divided the Danes from the Saxons to the southwest and from the Slavic people to the southeast.The name Danernes mark = Danmark was gradually used in general already before year 900.   The Anglo-Saxon king Alfred the Great wrote Denemearcan in his foreword to Orosius' world history, and this is the first time the name Danmark is mentioned in the world literature.

The name Norge has an old root, but in a different way from the Danish and Swedish. Norge was also a collected kingdom under Harald Fairhair, but much later than what happened similarly in Denmark and Sweden. The name Norge has a commercial historical meaning. It means "den nordlige vej" (the northern road) or Nordvejen ( the Northroad), an appellation of commercial historical origin. This road was the trade route along the long, long coast of Norway, from south to north and back, a route which is described in the before mentioned king Alfred's document from the late 900s. It was a sea route from the trade center Skiringstal at the Oslofjord, via the seas of Kattegat, Skagerak and the North Sea up to the White Sea, where they fetched sealskin, polarbear skin and walrus-tooth. 

Sea Stallion model of Viking ship on its first voyage Denmark-Ireland.
The face of Norway turned west, towards the great oceans and their islands. It was mostly the Norsemen, who before and during the Viking period braved the immense, icegrey, stormy North Atlantic - and they started their voyage with no knowledge of, what they might meet or find. The Norwegian interest was split in two, the first one expeditons/raids to the southern, starting by a north-Scottish island, which was inhabited by Norsemen at the very first beginning of the Viking period; from here to the coast of Scotland, to Ireland, to the Isle of Man, to all Irish and English coasts around the Irish Sea - from here the Norse expeditions went deep into England from northwest, where they were fighting and competing with the Danes, but the Norse went still farther away, to the northern and southern France and into the Mediterranean - the French part of the expeditions is the same for Norsemen and Danes. The Norsemen's second interest, the northern expeditions went to the Faroe Islands, Iceland and Greenland. These expeditions were probably due to the pressure, which king Harald Fairhair put on the Norse earls and free farmers, when he roughly forced them to accept Norway under one Crown in the end of the 9th century. These later Norwegian expeditions across the Atlantic were not raids or piracy, they were more colonization of desolate areas.

Sweden looked to the east. The Swedish expansion had started already in the 8th century (across the Baltic Sea). The mighty Swedish trade developed and branched in a grand manner southwards through Russia to the southern states. The Baltic Sea was considered common area for Swedes and Danes.

Thousand years ago the Viking Ingvar Vidfarne went towards the east. In 2004 a Swedish expedition revived his tour from the Black Sea to the Caspian Sea, a a wearing tour across sea, mountains and along tortuous roads. The magazine Illustreret Videnskab  was onboard on the almost ten meter long Himingläva.

The Fyrkat house, copy of Viking stone (London stone)
And south of the Scandinavian peninsula was Denmark with lots of islands and the peninsula Jutland, the main land. Jutland had its foot upon the Central European continent, but this did not mean a connection between Denmark and the countries south of the border. On the contrary was Jutland and thereby Denmark  withdrawn from their southern neighbours, the German Saxons to the southwest and the Slavic Obodrits and Wends to the southeast. The Vikings preferred to use the water routes on the sea and the rivers. The Danish interest went therefore not directly to the south, but to the southwest along the Frisian and Frankish coast and towards west to England. To the east was the western part of the Baltic Sea. To the southwest were all the coasts and rivers of the northern France deep into the Danish field - but the Danes did not stop here -  they went farther away and came to the Mediterranean together with Norsemen and Swedes.


Sea Stallion Vikingship Museum Roskilde


Source: Johannes Brøndsted, Vikingerne,1960; Illustreret videnskab, 2004.


photo: grethe bachmann     

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Highland Cattle in Himmerland

The little calf was very interested, much more than the others, who actually didn't care much. They were busy doing their own business. Some of the bulls seemed to have a little quarrel, they were pushing each other a bit, but it did not last for long. The Highlanders are usually calm and friendly. The redheads have got the most gorgeous red "hair". One bull was black. The others - like the little calf -have the fine golden touch like a golden retriever. There is a small report about the Highland cattle on this blog, where I have gathered a little about their history, if you're interested! 
I like those big wooly animals.


See you later!

photo Himmerland 17 June 2011: grethe bachmann.

In the Summer Country...



"I can forgive you your long winter when I meet your summer", someone said recently about Denmark's  climate. I don't remember who. No matter. It's true. I forget the long dark winter days, when summer arrives with the sunny days and white nights. The windy days with rain and thunder will hit you now and then, but the next day mother sun comes back and smiles at you.

The summer country is lovely - fortunately there are still lots of places to enjoy. I know so many places by heart, especially in Jutland,  but something has changed. And it has changed radically. I saw the beginning of the change last year and the year before, but this year it is more striking. The fallow-fields are hastily disappearing; the land has been ploughed up.

I spent one day upon the island of Mors in Limfjorden in North Jutland this week. Each corner is now cultivated, almost to the edge of the lake and the river. There were some moist grazing meadows along the coast, but they are not fit for cultivating. They still lie there beautiful and flowering along the sea, peacefully grazed by cattle and horses.

When I came home from my vacation, there was some writing about this in the news. It is called the largest nature scandal in Denmark for 20 years. Denmark has lost wild nature in an up till now unseen extent. The agriculture has now with licence from the government ploughed up 1320 km2 nature rich areas from 2007 till 2010. This is almost 12 % of our whole nature area. "This is a colossal loss of biological diversity," says Carsten Rahbek, professor in makro-ecology.

It's depressing to visit the summer country knowing that there are now lesser space for plants and animals. Species of plants, butterflies and other insects disappear. They cannot find a place to live, when their habitats disappear. And they don't come back. They just die out.




But there is still some beautiful living nature in the summer country.


photo: grethe bachmann

Friday, June 10, 2011

Folklore - the Bride in the Lake



The Bride's Lake, Mid Jutland

Once upon a time the country was filled with lakes, large and small, tiny, even tiny as ponds. There are still many lakes, but lots and lots have disappeared. Some have grown into moors, others sanded up in the run-up, and valuable land was drained and reclaimed for farming.

Mossøe, early morning
 There is something mysterious and deeply alarming in a lake. It lies there, black, inscrutable and apparently bottomless. What is it hiding? What is down there? But it guards its secrets. There is something uncanny in the sinister atmosphere which affects us ,when we stand by a forest lake on a foggy morning or in the evening - trees and bushes look like trolls stretching out their tentacles across the deep.

It is not strange that people from the legendary time experienced many weird things by the lakes. Many lakes were sacred, and the power of a sacred lake was considered to be very strong.  Our forefathers sacrificed to the mighty gods of the lake. All the precious booty they brought back from a war, pretty ships, thousands of swords, spears and other weapons of the finest quality. Later a lake like that turned into a moor, and today we have found precious, sacrificed treasures in places, where we were digging for peat.

A sacred lake was even more sacred and awesome, when the ancient people knew of the sacrificed treasures on the bottom. It was not a place they liked to approach. The yearly sacrifices included also the spring offering When the fertility god Frøj drove his wagon across the newly sowed fields to bless them with fertility and growth, the wagon with oxes and slaves were lowered into the lake. Milleniums later a wagon was found in a Zealand-moor, which was once a lake, the Dejbjergvogn. Lakes and moors with sacrifices are known from several places. (Nydam Mose, Illerup Ådal).

Small lake and moor in Rold Skov

Some lakes are named Brudesø (Bride's lake). A small lake near the town Ry in Mid Jutland is called Bride's Lake. I often come to this place because it's on the way to some special places in the middle of Jutland. The lake lies by a small side road of the motor road, a listed lake with listed surroundings of field and heath. The lake has a legend about a drowned bride, and this might be one of those legends that origins from a long forgotten time, where it was a sacred lake, receiving sacrifices to the gods. What does it hide deep down? No one knows, and there is no time or money enough to search in every mysterious lake with an enigmatic name.

There is a path around the lake today, but in the legend there was a path through a field, where the Bride's Lake now lies. A guy and a girl were sweethearts; he was poor and she was rich. They were not allowed to marry, but she promised him to be faithful. If she wasn't, she would sink into the earth on the day she got married to someone else. Years went on and a rich suitor came along. She forgot her promise and married him. When they drove from church, a terrible storm arose, and the bride's wagon was suddenly shrouded in fog. No one could see the young bride, but a heartrending scream was heard. When the fog finally drifted away, the wagon and the bride had disappeared, and at the place of the path was now a lake. Only her hymn book and her bridal wreath were found.

Another version tells that the wagon lost its way in a snow storm and the bride and groom drowned. Afterwards were their apparations seen at the place  - and a capsizing boat was seen with the bride in the middle of the lake.
Huldremose (Moor of the Water Nymph), Djursland

Many lakes hold legends about drowned people. The story about a drowned bride and a wagon is often told. It might origin from an obscure story tradition about ancient sacrifice to the gods, where the god, his bride and their wagon were sacrificed to the lake after their tour in the fields. After centuries people were no longer familiar with the background-story, instead they had invented a reasonable explanation that it had something to do with unrequited love or broken promise.

Brudesø (Bride's Lake) Mid Jutland


Today the Bride's lake still lies there, keeping its
secrets. Imagine what treasures lie in that bottomless depth?
Anything is possible!
Source: 
Danske søer og vandløb fra sagn og tro, Mads Lidegaard, Nyt Nordisk Forlag, Arnold Busck, 1999.

photo 2001/2008/2009/2010: grethe bachmann

Sunday, June 05, 2011

A Smile of the Day....




   A physician told this story about her then four-year-old daughter. On the way to preschool, the doctor had left her stethoscope on the car seat, and her little girl picked it up and began playing with it. Be still, my heart, thought my friend, my daughter wants to follow in my footsteps!
     Then the child spoke into the instrument: "Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"



   After putting her children to bed, a mother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin.
     At last she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings.
     As she left the room, she heard her three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was that?"





photo:gb

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

A Small Lake, a Beach and a Forest with Orchids

A small lake lies downside a church hill with an old stone dike. This is a place where you can find plants which has grown here since centuries ago - living relicts from the past.  There's a rattle in the rush, two ducks fly across and over in a corner. That's odd. Ducks are usually not shy to people, but they have possibly a nest nearby. They do not live in the duck house in the middle of the lake. No matter how many duck-houses people put up in village ponds and small local lakes the ducks are not interested. Wrong architects maybe?


The Escargot












The uncultivated border outside the church dike is listed, and it is against the law to spray pesticide here (although some do). And here are often small bushes where the little birds can live. It's a good place for finding special plants. And look - here is a relict plant, the poisonous yellow Greater Celandine, which was a medicine  and dye-plant, used against  eye- and liver diseases and in dyeing, where it gave fine blue and yellow colours. Greater Celandine  is also a fine indicator for that here was once a medieval garden. Nearby shows another visitor from the old days his face. The Burgundy snail, Roman snail, edible snail or known in cooking as the Escargot. This snail was popular in the Middle Ages, since it was not regarded as meat, so the monks were allowed to eat it during lent. The concentration of this snail is often seen around old manors and closters, or by old ruins. Today is it listed in Denmark in the extent that commercial gathering is not allowed out in the nature.

The lake is divided in two parts, and the second part is a little larger with some cosy village houses along the edge. One of the houses is charming with a vigorous lilac leaning up the wall and the thatched roof. In the garden by the country road is a beautiful elm tree. An elm with fruits wakes up some memories from my childhood. Yes, just laugh! I'm growing old, thinking about my childhood!! Did you ever eat those elm-fruits called manna? We did. In the park at home was an old elm tree. I don't think we children had too little food at home. Maybe we needed some vitamins from the manna? And it tasted good as far as I remember! And when you walk by the lake there is often a small boat hiding among the rush, this one is apparently well cared for with paint, but when is it used? Waiting for a complete angler who's out in the early morning or the late evening, for fishing trouts - or pikes. The pike is a dangerous fish for the little ducklings. The ducks live fortunately in the small lake with no pikes.










How rude! Almost all cows turned their back. Wouldn't talk! The next stop was at a fishing village Bønderup, which is a lively place in the summer season. Right now is it quite silent and desolate. There are still a few fishing boats, but just ten years ago was here an active fishing harbor. It's not always an easy task to be a fisher. To men were out digging worms for some fishing from a row boat I suppose. The windmills are overall in the Danish lanscape, inland and by the coast. Green energy. The small holiday houses are awaiting the summer guests. Next month is here overpopulated and you'll have to queue to get an ice cream.




























The last stop was a small forest close to home,where I had only been once on a winter's day. It's a little strange, for I always want to see places a little far from home. Although the distances in Jutland are small compared to your distances abroad like in Britain and the USA, then a usual tour of ours takes a day. There is time enough to see the nearby places in winter! The forest had such a lovely May-meadow with lots of various flowers, but I'll try to restrict myself to a few pictures. There were thousands of broad-leaved  marsh-orchids in the meadow and my photo does no justice to the sight. A few years ago it began with a few of those beautiful purple orchids in this place, and now, after nature care there are thousands. It's a miracle. Nature is so generous when we allow it to be. A walk through the forest under the ever dripping raindrops  -  a look at the sweet woodruff with white miniflowers. This herb gives one of the finest and most elegant light green herbal snaps! The rain grew worse and now it was time to go home.............


photo May 2011: grethe bachmann