The Bloemenmarkt

I have so much fun wandering through the tightly packed floating flower market. Dense in population, produce, and kitschy touristy tripe. I get the same joy from it that I do when I go shopping for Christmas decorations.

So much blue and white pottery. And I haven’t even made it to Delft yet!


Then there’s the vaguely creepy staring eyed dolls in traditional dress.


Of course there’s tulips everywhere which weirds me out only because they are being sold as souvenirs. And of course, given where I’m from, I keep thinking, “but you’ll never get plant matter through the border!”


The orchids are spectacular, and I can’t tell you how much I want to try growing some!


And in living areas where space is at a premium, bonsai are the perfect answer.


I love this mainly because it’s so weird and a carnivore.


This wall just makes me want dozens of window boxes growing everything possible! Just think how much better my cooking will be when I have fresh herbs!


And finally, when you don’t actually have garden space to put ornaments in, they make them in pot size! *squees!* I’ll be getting a flamingo *nods*


Hope you all had a good ANZAC Day and remembered that we still have people out on the front lines. And I hope all our people out on the front lines are safe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

4 thoughts on “The Bloemenmarkt

  1. Those plants look awesome. Maybe you could start hanging pots from the ceiling. I love orchids too. I think we’d need a green house for that. Love the bonsai fruit trees that actually produce fruit. Don’t worry currently serving ANZACs were not forgotten, my cousin is in the Navy. *love from rainy, windy Aussie land*.

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