Maurice Godefridi

· 10 Feb 2021

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Diary of a herbalist. Hoegaarden.

Hoegaarden the Tone Gardens. Saturday night. The gardens are apparently also accessible in the evening. Among the centuries-old chestnut trees, cheerful daffodils bloom, and at dusk of quince and mulberry blooms secretly the yellow Fritillaria imperialis. I've never seen the plant so impressive. The feeling of twilight, being alone here.

So Fritillaria. The Imperial Crown. It (or she) occurs in the wild from the south of Asia Minor, via Northern Iran to Afghanistan and Pakistan. The plant has been grown in Europe for almost four hundred years, after being introduced from Turkey to Vienna in Europe in the sixteenth century. The flower and sphere of the imperial crown spreads a fragrance that would scare off moles. According to some, a fox smell. How does a fox smell and moles might be afraid of foxes? Chemically speaking, the fragrance calls 3-methyl-2-butene-1-thiol, a sulfur-containing terpene. You'd be afraid of less. Tomorrow I'm walking here with the herbinist gang, very different, but I'm looking forward to it.

Stay overnight in Hoegaarden
I'm just standing on the parking lot of the sports area in Hoegaarden Across the street the retirement home
where my mother spent just about the last years of her life and even a
has had momentary elderly relationship.
Today a lesson visit to Ecoflora and tomorrow a walk here in my hometown.
Viewed the show gardens for a while and drove around to get a sentimental place to stay
finding. First to the Kouterhof, a place where in my childhood sometimes dangerous
bohemians camped. That seemed like a good place to overcome my fears from then on.
Unfortunately on the former deserted place between Hoegaarden and Hauthem, are now poseful villas and
there, more or less in the driveway of such a villa, does not seem wise to me. So then
further into the field, to the pants, for me as a child certainly a historic place, only now I had to
parking in the middle of the narrow road and I didn't dare. And yes in the end then
but in the center of Hoegaarden, the parking lot near the football field, the place where I went to watch football together with my father on Sunday.