"Not everyone is as literal as you are honey," my long suffering wife replied.
We caught the Botanical garden on Stock Island in a momentary ray of pale sunshine as clouds broke up and reformed in anticpation of the next round of windy cold weather battering us this endless winter. Good weather for ducks, as the saying goes.
When my wife pointed out a turtle I thought she was pointing to a well worn coconut lying on the shore. She got indignant and luckily for her there were some real turtles wandering around. Luckily for her because ever since the day she mistook a coconut for a manatee I have stood by ready to make fun of her.There were quite a few clumps of people wandering around tro enjoy the display of sculptures, part of Sculpture Key west. this year the exhibit is on show in three different places, Fort Zachary (which I have already written about) and the West Martello Tower in addition to the Botanical Garden.I will have a separate essay later in the week on the sculptures on display. I am not a fan of the split display areas but there are people who operate these spaces that have very loud voices in this small community and I guess they all want a piece of the action. This display reminded my wife of her visit to Easter Island:In fact it is called "Diaspora" so I wondered if they had forgotten to place pebbles on the headstones, in the Jewish custom. The garden used to be a quiet forgottne backwater but now it is full of paths and instructions.There used to be tons of turtles in the pond but people came to steal them and eat them apparently in the bad old days when the gardens were open to all comers. The pond was a peaceful spot.Cheyenne, ever impatient, understood that we were going to sit awhile and watch the water so she gave up the unequal tugging struggle.Plunging into the brush on the far side of the pond we passed close by the boundary fence separating the garden from the frenzied activity of the golf course.