Dežela ključavnic
Čebulnice visoke med 20 in 45cm, večinoma imajo štiri dolge sivozelene črtaste liste. Cvetovi so vodoravni z značilnim vonjem, z valjasto cevjo, ozkimi štrlečimi, koničastimi snežno belimi krpami...Le kdo jih ne pozna? Ko pride mesec maj so pobočja odeta z belimi svilenimi preprogami.
Od kod ime ključavnice? Zgodba pravi, da so čebele marljive in pridne žuželke, vendar Bog je njihovo pridnost kaznoval, ker so med nabirale tudi ob nedeljah. Tik pod prašniki je naredil bunčice in jim sladki med zaklenil. Od tod torej ime ključavnice.
Če mislite, da imajo ključavnice le Gorenjci, se motite.
Narcise se zbujajo, april 2017
Da pa bi našli ta čudovit košček sveta, se morate podati proti neskončnim Kočevskim gozdovom. Tu najdete jaso, veliko približni 3ha, ki se med Krokarjem in Krempo trikotno zlega proti staremu kočevarskemu kolovozu v grabi. Vsako pomlad se odene v bela pregrinjala narcis. Tu je naravni rezervat in tudi najjužnejše rastišče narcis v Sloveniji. Da pa bi ta spomeniško ovrednotena lepota imela kar največ sonca, so gozdarji oklestili drevesa in grmičevje, na obronkih pa namestili klopi za opazovanje narave in užitek v druženju. Še posebno vabljiv je venec klopi v senci pod edino preostalo košato bukvijo. Izletnik, ki zna počiti, je gozdarjem hvaležen za gostoljubnost.
Sledite markacijam do vrha, april 2017
Prisojna pobočja pod Krempo so posejana s skalnimi stolpi. Krempa nad njim se odeva v zeleni somrak in ga čaka. Veter je h gori kakor volk priklenjen, v njeni notranjosti poje tišina, je zapisal veliki slovenski pesnik Gregor Strniša (1930–1987), ki so ga tik pred maturo pripeljali v Inlauf, v zapuščeno kočevarsko vas pod Krempo, kjer je bil dve leti jetnik v tamkajšnjem političnem taborišču. Naj slišimo volka, naj slišimo tišino, enako lepo se je povzpeti na grebenasti vrh Krempe, se razgledati po dolinah Kolpe in Čabranke, oprezati za orli, ki varujejo svoj zarod v strmih pečinah, splašeni že na človekov korak. Tu je veliko prostora za široka krila. Tudi človek se zastran prostora ne more pritoževati.
Tu pa res tišina šepeta.
The Land of Narcissus
Narcissus are tall bulbs between 20 and 45cm, they mostly have four long gray-green striped leaves. The flowers are horizontal with a distinctive smell, with a cylindrical tube, narrow protruding, conical snow-white tassels. Who doesn't know them? When the month of May comes, the slopes are dressed in white silk carpets of their blossoms.
Where does the name narcissus come from? The story says that bees are hardworking and diligent insects, but God punished their diligence because they also gathered honey on Sundays. He made locks under the pollen and locked up the sweet honey. Hence the name narcissus ("locks").
If you think that they are only found in the Gorenjska region, you are mistaken.
Waking up in spring, April 2017
To find this beautiful piece of world, you must head towards the endless Kočevje forests. Here you will find a meadow, about 3 ha in size, which is triangularly located between Krokar and Krempa, towards the old Kočevje road in the ravine. Every spring, it is dressed in white Narcissus coverings. This is a natural reserve and also the southernmost growing place of Narcissus in Slovenia. In order to have this historically valuable beauty have as much sun as possible, the foresters have cleared trees and shrubs, and placed benches for observing nature and enjoying companionship on the slopes. Especially inviting is the ring of benches in the shade under the only remaining bushy beech tree.
Follow the markings to the top, April 2017
The wind is tied to the mountain like a wolf, inside it, silence sings, as written by the great Slovenian poet Gregor Strniša (1930-1987), who was brought to Inlauf, the abandoned Kočevje village under Krempa, where he was a political prisoner for two years. Climbing to the rugged peak of Krempa and taking in the views of the Kolpa and Čabranka valleys is just as beautiful as listening to the sound of the wolf and the silence. Be on the lookout for eagles guarding their nests in steep cliffs, frightened by the mere presence of man.
Here, the silence truly whispers.
Viri
- Krempa - Modrijan