We are so used to watering our plants we don't think about it. But I have noticed how much water my own plants suck up. So even though I get fruit and vegetables, at what price I ask myself. And so we blunder on, vague disquiet perhaps but no discussion.
I love these No Trespassing signs. The one above was slipped between a mosquito net and a door apparently to ward off paper thin people. The one below on a former Bahama Conch Community Land Trust properties. It occurred to me the sign was prompted by the presence of the beer can. Or vice versa.
The Trust is all but dissolved and the properties were supposed to be taken over by the city's housing authority, the success of the public over the muddle of the private. In the rear I found this elderly abandoned Honda Elite, from my own experience these are solid and trusty scooters that go forever and need almost nothing. And here abandoned.
Also abandoned the former Jabours trailer park. Many promises, many no trespassing signs and all we get is knee high grass. Too bad people aren't actually allowed to enjoy this open space going to waste.
But that would set a precedent and the vague notion that a public park would be nice might take root in the public consciousness.
I look forward to the day my flowers thrive like this. Many waterings in the future no doubt.
I hesitate to send a private message but looking at flowering plants puts me in mind of the Chicago cousin and her forty years of marriage. I guess that takes quite a lot of watering too.
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