Now this type of garden is quite popular in The Netherlands. Not that you see it very much (heaven forbid!) but it's daintiness, kitsch even, is typical.
Now usually this goes for women who take pride in the interior and cleanlines of their houses.
But here in Haarzuilens everyone takes utmost care of the exterior and gardens too.
This is because the village was built by the same architects who restored the ruins of Castle De Haar and the colours show that the village belongs to the castle.
Was used in the old days to keep the cattle at night.
The village itself was moved completely when the castle was being restored at the end of the 1800s.
Baron Van Zuylen van Nyevelt van de Haar wanted large castle grounds and parks for his newly restored castle and the little medieval village was in the way.
The building of the village lasted from 1886 to 1898.
While walking around the little village, I noticed a lot of people going to and fro some place just outside the village. I followed some of them and stumbled across a terrain with various buildings all filled to the nook with second-hand ware.
Everything neatly sorted: a barn with furniture, a barn with clothes, with electrical applicances, books, kitchen ware, house decoration....
The organisation exists 39 years and is a live community of ex-homeless and people who want to live an alternative lifestyle. They sell second-hand ware to support themselves and also to support homeless and fugitives in The Netherlands and abroad.
Fourteen people live there in the age of 18 to 60 on a basis of strict equality.
The song speaks of the luscious green of the village Haarzuilens.
It's magnificent castle with bridge and towers, shimmering in the sun.
It's village f?te where young and old, poor and rich make fun and dance.
And the pride that the village people take in their beautiful village.
Nu in groene loverpracht ons Haarzuilens ligt,
En ons hart en onz'gedacht' op haar zijn gericht,
Zingen wij uit volle borst 't Loflied op de Haar.
'k Heb het lief, mijn dorpje klein, om zijn prachtkasteel,
Met zijn poort en ophaalbrug en kantelen veel.
Hoge torens schitt'ren er in de zonneschijn.
'k Heb het lief, mijn dorpje klein, om zijn Kermisfeest,
Waar men pret maakt, arm en rijk, opgeruimd van geest.
Waar eenieder danst en host: oud, jong, groot of klein.
Lief Haarzuilens, dorpje klein, plaats van mijn geboort',
Waar'k ook kom, gij zijt de plek die mij toebehoort.
Tot besluit dus zingen wij samen dit refrein.
Ons mooie dorpje klein
Onze mooie Haar
Waar wij zo trots op zijn
Onze mooie Haar.
Unfortunately the castle and its grounds are closed to the public at the moment. A grand restoration is yet again under way.
First the castle had a village in its garden. These people can say they have a castle in their garden!