some pictures on the tulips

these are so small yet that they can be easily trampled or cut together with the grass, but it is already a great joy that they have come out, the February frosts were a child’s play for them, although I planted them only a few weeks before.





I have planted them here around the fountain. it struck me to ask the nannies whether they would be willing to have a look at them sometimes, but then they were so engrossed in the conversation that I did not want to bother them.


the shrubs planted for hedge start to shoot up. unfortunately it can be already seen that they will grow at a different pace. the ones damaged in the winter are falling behind, or are not as symmetical, they have less sprouts. this is one of the strongest little plants:

today

biking on the way home from the City Grove I stopped at Gábor’s house to look around in the garden. In a lucky hour, because this is how I met Tímea who was just developing a small flower garden under her window at the northwestern side of the house.


and she also planted a couple of flowers on the two sides of the nearby bench. A small brick frame marks the symbolic boundaries. It is a question how much it will protect them. .Perhaps if the nannies formed a circle of patronage and kept an eye on it…






moreover, Tímea also said that she had already seen our appeal to a common gardening in the last year, and this year she would like to come to help. And she also knew the experiment of community gardens of the Center for Contemporary Architecture, and, and, and… After the indifference experienced in our own house I am so elated even at the smallest encouraging signs, not to speak about such a happy encounter.

In the meantime I photographed a few things around.

Some bulb flowers and pansies have been planted in the front-yard: this was a separate action, not arranged by us. The mulch must be renewed a bit, we have a couple of spare bags in the cellar which we put aside just with the spring on our mind. It is not sure that the pomegranate would survive (a propos, I have forgot to check it), but the fig tree is strong and beautiful.

The plants in containers at the two sides of the gate are increasingly more beautiful. They seem to be watered, and someone even placed in one of them a small duck which had seen better days. Here she’s lurking.


I have cut back the yellow Cornus. I did not touch the hazel bush, as I saw that it had been cut back well in the last year, and now it is shaping itself very well with its fresh sprouts. The other bushes have also kindly confirmed that we are beginners and experimenters, but we started on a good way with pruning. I really like the way how they obediently thicken and develop their form.








Most plants really miss watering. The last serious rainfall was the snow in February, but that has long ago disappeared. Unfortunately the local government does not advance with the renewal of the irrigation system, and it is a question whether there will be anything out it. Without it, however, the hedgerow we have planted on the northern side will completely dry, and it will be a waste of money.

This is where last summer, when we were very tired after a long work, we took the fantastic and hot Thai soup, and two large trees gave us cool shade. Since some weeks they are not any more. Although there is no big traffic here around, they kept off both noise and dust from the side of the street, and made the garden behind them more closed and intimate. I think it will be within some 30 to 40 years that we’ll eat soup under them again, if we now plant them quickly.




this was the magnolia bush. well, it is done. in the nursery we tried to choose one with a nice shape and good proportion, not just any plant in its price category.


One of the coral sorbs at the public parking side of Máglya Lane is in a terribly battered condition. I think the neglect of irrigation did not really help it, but as the others look much better, perhaps the dogs living in the staircase also did their job.

thanks, we're well

in the afternoon with great difficulty I found two hours to prune the small hedgerow planted in the autumn in front of the gate. Then, once I was there, I also watered them a bit, as they already started to dry out. And I also collected the garbage, and I pruned whatever I encountered and asked me to do so to it. On this occasion I got cold and heat as well. Specifically, from the old woman living next to me, that I obviously have no husband, neither two children, and in general nothing to do in this life, because then, she assures me, I would cleaning up at home and not just cutting here and there. But once I am there, go and prune the bushes under her window, too, because she knows that the joint representative of the house gets a lot of money for this, as she has seen it (!). Then a man of uncertain moving stopped there whether I am the one who says that trees must be protected, and they also saw when I was protecting them, and then yes, it is really me, and he is very grateful for that, really, but really. And then he told me that once he was in a conversation with a tree, but as he was drunken at that time, too, in the meantime he was robbed. That he was an iron turner in the Láng Machine Factory, but his mother is a pulmonologist. And he assures me that he ruined his life by marrying the Panni from the Tripolis neighborhood. And that sort of stuff. But he was a bull kid, he assures me. And the others, too. They beat everyone. They defended everyone. In the meantime he often apologized for being drunken again, and also for the swearings included as connecting elements. That he is really sorry.

today

after such a long break it might not be fitting to start with so sad news, but these are at hand. a small summary follows, mainly about the winter devastations.

one morning the small evergreen bush at Gábor’s house, 42 Tahi Street which has already successfully survived the neighbor’s transplantation action and just started to wake up in the spring, has been stolen. We knew that such a thing must be reckoned with, there are many people who do not hesitate to take away whatever they like, but one feels sore about it, of course. However, the little and decorative magnolia tree which we were more anxious about because of the thieves, had a worse fate: it did not live to blossom, as it was broken in these days. Gábor says that someone likely went through it by bicycle.

On the other side court of Máglya Lane, in the containers made of pallets people continue to deposit garbage. If we will have time, we must clean it again, and then we’ll see, perhaps it will be the best to dismantle the whole thing.

Some shoots restarted last year on the trunk of a cut-out tree, and someone even decorated them in an inspired moment. Unfortunately, the creative ideas have been realized at the cost of the plant, but then everything has a price.

Some things have also been left from the general clearing out.

There are some good things, too. Someone, for example, began to plant here, the care is apparent on the stretched-out string. But I have doubts whether it will sprout, because it is dry as the stone. These thin rods should have been watered from time to time..

but! the afternoon light was so beautiful a short time ago, when the wind was chasing even more towering clouds. and trees will soon bring foliage again, we will prune the bushes, if we will have money we will continue to plant hedges…