Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Garden Center

It was vegetation time with Therese on the premises, as she likes to garden and at home in Holland she only has boxes on balconies in her apartment. While the women checked likely garden centers Cheyenne and I walked the grassy areas looking for delicious things to eat. Well, she was, I was fiddling with my camera as usual. Therese reminds me a bit of Cousin Lyn in Chicago who is always doing the gardening thing. Gardening is a bit like fishing for me, terribly laudable as an activity but rather obscure on the details. I fret sometimes that I should be out killing fish because people come from far and wide to indulge in the scaly sport. And there I am ignoring all that fishiness. The same with gardening- Therese was chuntering on about how in this climate everything grows (as though by magic) and she was all worked up to go out and by us some decorative plants. I was nothing loathe as our friends take great pleasure in pointing out that our house lacks vegetative decoration. I should note this is the third year I've planted vegetables and finally I think we are starting to get it, through horrendous trial and error. But more about that another day. So we paid a visit to the nursery across the street from my house on Ramrod Key.This is Therese's element. She doesn't look like a lawyer for the United Nations Court of Justice based in The Hague. Her job is to organize briefs submitted by member states against other member states. She prefers the traveling part of the job, putting her most frequently in Africa though anywhere there is "conflict" she frequently goes. For now she was buying sub-tropical plants on her Florida vacation.I quite enjoyed wandering the nursery.
We eventually got one of these, called mamey- but these aren't the kind that produce the sweet delicious fruit by that name.
Driving Highway One at Mile marker 27 puts a rider at the point where colored pelicans bob up and down in front of the garden center.And inside as well.Ramrod Key's other claim to fame is the presence of Five Brothers Two Cuban grocery and deli, opened by the family that runs the Five Brothers store on Southard in Key West. This one is just across the street from the nursery.
Therese got some expert advice on the plants she proposed to give us.It took large amounts of discussion between the three women, including my wife.
A partial inventory of what we ended up with. Therese was adamant we get a bougainvillea.A good day's hunting on a sunny January afternoon. Spending nine days with us Therese the Frenchwoman went to Fort Jefferson, bought plants, cruised Key West with my wife and bought plants, and on her way to the Miami Airport planned a stop at Fairchild Tropical Botanical Garden. No surprise.
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15 comments:

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Conchscooter:

The absolutely riotous good times never stop in Key West. I wouldn't be able to keep up with the frantic pace of the peat moss crowd. Yet one is almost compelled to arrange for the delivery of a few of these lawn flamingo things to be placed around your home in the dead of night. It would almost be worth any expense. Photo #15 looks like the verandah of an Inca God.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

Conchscooter said...

So how's it hanging in snowy Pennsylvania, big boy? Feeling a bit hemmed in are we by the weather? Bummer dude, sucks to be you.
Regards,
A former MV Agusta Owner.

Singing to Jeffrey's Tune said...

Good job on the persistence on growing the vegetables.

I think Keys are zone 11 (growing zones) I think that means you stick the plant in the ground and stand back.

"my garden is full of papayas and mangoes. My life is series of reggaes and tangos"....

lys93 said...

Cousin Lynn here in Chicago where we are in the process of getting 3-5 inches of new white stuff after two weeks of seeing the grass. My earliest spring bulbs are poking through under the snow but otherwise it is indoor gardening here for several more weeks. Yuck.

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Conchscooter:

I hope you ride to work with an iguana in your shorts.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad

PS: We probably have better Key Lime Pie in the Amish barrio.

Conchscooter said...

dear Jeffrey- you and therese have the same attitude. She walked around ina daze mumbling stuff about how anything grows here. She is in Paris now eating pastries, drinking wine and getting frozen. serves her right.
Dear Cousin Lyn, forgive Jack riepe, member sof the society for the prevention of cruelty to BMW motorcycles are out looking for hom to put him back in his strait jacket and get him back on his meds.
My vegetables by the way are enormous.

Mel Marie said...

amazing blog love it, it is my cure for homesickness as my entire mothers side, 5 generations, is from there and we moved away when I was 19, just some friendly advice on the bougainvillea, if on septic system do not plant that bad boy any where near the system or drainfield they love to root in and destroy and cause the most nighmarish plumbing catastrphie imagineable! Take care and enjoy!

Conchscooter said...

dear mel marie trhank you for the kind words. However I suppose it would be indelicate to ask you how it is you know about such catastrophes?
Officers found an RV dumping its septic tank in the mangroves this weekend. Over the radio two officers announced to me they were going to the dump site to "measure the spill." I asked the sergeant later how many pocketsful did they gather? He ignored me.
I blame my puerile sense of humor on my many years spent in a venerable English boarding school.

Singing to Jeffrey's Tune said...

Is an iguana in your pants the Keys equivalent to a gerbil in your as...cot?

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Singing to Jeffrey's Tune:

Shakespeare had it right. When it comes to iguanas in his shorts, "Methinks the Conchscooter doth protest too much."

Fondest regard, and all that,
Riepe

Mel Marie said...

Dear Conchscooter, I only know of this from trying to do so myself at our current home ... a fine mess i must say and lots of choice words about my need for silly pretty trees from my husband and father. our home is now treeless needless to say ... that sounds like a good laugh about the call how could any one resist!

irondad said...

I'm looking out my front window at snow flakes. You look across at this beautiful nursery?

Life ain't all bad, I guess. Elvira has a tach.

lys93 said...

Cuz,

Protect those veggies from the inguanas. What kinds do you have? Veggies, that is.

Cuz Lynn

Conchscooter said...

My veggies have no tach. More later. All will be revealed.

Cynthia said...

I don't have a green thumb although I did try before but just didn't have the passion for plants. But, I have that interest. I love a house full of plants. I love how green it is, how fresh, how alive. Maybe someday I'll be able to really focus on plants once I have the time.