The theme of this street is over abundant greenery:
And yes, I was there on the Bonneville:
Despite the summer heat there is no shortage of cyclists on Key West streets. Perhaps it helps that this is a shady street.
I thought this brick house for sale, with no price attached, looked as though it should be under the pines of Alabama or Georgia, not the palms of Key West:
The typical tropical growth looks good:
I don't have any lawns at my house, and though I'm no great fan of pea rock it doesn't require this sort of labor to keep it looking nice:
I guess he was lucky to be hired to mow the relatively small chunk of grass at that house. Most of the block on the other side of the street is taken up by an estate surrounded by what looked like a coral rock wall, maybe it's granite or something but it is distinctive. Not least because of the sign nailed clearly to the gate:
The wall in fact surrounded a lush lawn surmounted by the usual array of palms and in point of fact water restrictions make no distinction between aqueduct water and well water when rationing is in effect. I suppose because wasting water is wasting all the same. If I run my rainwater cistern dry I guess I would then be forced to use the aqueduct water which puts added strain ultimately on an over taxed aquifer.
The wall stretched for the better part of a block:
I wondered what my wife would think if I decided to use her convertible as an ad hoc pick up truck...but I prefer to hitch a trailer to my Nissan when I need to haul stuff, unlike this creative soul:
I checked the other side of the magnificent wall and found the home, shaded by palms with a garage alongside opulent enough to qualify as a spacious Key West home in it's own right:
A Sportster parked under a massive stand of palms:
And then it was time to get to work.
The theme of this street is over abundant greenery: 
I guess he was lucky to be hired to mow the relatively small chunk of grass at that house. Most of the block on the other side of the street is taken up by an estate surrounded by what looked like a coral rock wall, maybe it's granite or something but it is distinctive. Not least because of the sign nailed clearly to the gate:
I wondered what my wife would think if I decided to use her convertible as an ad hoc pick up truck...but I prefer to hitch a trailer to my Nissan when I need to haul stuff, unlike this creative soul: 
3 comments:
Dear Conch:
There is nothing quite as beautiful as the native greens and flowers, growing as God intended, decorating a tastefully appointed home, be it in Key West, the Adirondacks, or the Amish-infested counties of Pennsylvania. I am amazed at the effort that must have gone into planting all those palms, when even the lowly mangrove has a unique character and beauty all its own. And I am astounded at what can only be an astronomical expense in water resources to keep the place green.
Nevertheless, I would still want a lemon tree, two Key lime trees, and a grapefruit tree -- if I had a house there. I would also want the assistance (and close proximity) of several talented, deeply tanned women, who understand the nature of these trees, the exact proportions of rum drinks their fruit would flavor, and the significance of working topless in the “orchard” in regard to my literary output.
The lush, verdant nature of the pictures you have sent us today clearly illustrates an island paradise, in which you serve as a kind of steward -- not unlike a modern day Gilligan -- riding about on your little Triumph. How I envy you!
Be on the lookout for my friend Gary Christman. He is riding a fully loaded GS Adventure, accompanied by a rather attractive woman on the back (his wife Leah). You cannot miss the GS. It looks like an Aardvark with saddle bags -- though incredibly masculine. Gary is a soft-spoken adventurer who has ridden that bike to the shores of Prudhoe Bay, in Arctic Alaska. He send me a picture from that marker buoy, alleged to be the southernmost spot in Florida, or the US, or the world, yesterday. He also sent me a shot of his bike on a street corner, parked under a sign that read, “US-1 Ends.”
If you see Gary, tell him I said “Hey.” He will undoubtedly bitch and complain that he has to wait until I see him in Tennessee on Thursday to get his “Twisted Roads” Tee Shirt. It is my understanding he is off to New Orleans today or tomorrow.
Fondest regards and stuff...
Jack “reep” Toad
Twisted Roads
There is nothing quite as beautiful as the native palms and a fine looking Harley-Davidson Sportster. The soothing look of the beauty of nature and the engineering and mechanical beauty of a fine motorcycle that has a transmission that doesn't require replacement every 50,000 miles just excudes a bit of serenity to a tired soul. It beckons the city dwellers to come to paradise.
I'm sure the creative soul that employed the convertible to haul his folding ladder originally wanted to purchase a pickup truck but purchased the convertible to compensate for other lackings in his physical makeup. Life is so unfair at times.
I hope adventurer Christman enjoys his time in the southernmost city. If he enjoys it half as much as we did, he might be strongly tempted not to return from whence he came.
-Peace
Prudhoe Bay would be an advenutre judging by the pictures I hav eseen on ADV rider, but Key West? A stroll in the park especially with an overloaded GS. I wish him well with the unstable charcters up north, especially those he's likely to meet in Tennessee.
Madding, you are an ass, a poetic braying ass, but an ass nonetheless.
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