It must be christophene season in Key West because ripe Spanish Limes are littering the sidewalks. Note to self: it may be time to plant a tree for myself as I am quite fond of the sweet citrus known across the Caribbean.
In so many ways Key West observes the seasons in reverse as compared to temperate climes. In dropping off a bunch of spring cleaning at the dump last week -$21 worth! - the operator of the scales told me they have been extra busy lately. spring cleaning I said. And I think it is, even though it is September by the calendar.
The unfortunate fact is that in tiny spaces the old tends to have to sit outside for a while as the forces of clean up are mustered, so neighbors have to be patient. Former residents of gated communities with strict curbside rules will not necessarily do well here.
Changes in latitude really do require changes in attitude. Though why people drop off their well worn shoes all around town I have no idea. I may have to start a separate essay dedicated to this bizarre activity.
Empty drink containers are a dime a dozen reminding mothers everywhere to do a better job raising their offspring.
This graffito had me puzzled, as I couldn't read it, which rather masks the point of the project
Ingratitude is an ugly thing, but I hope the author learns to see one day, with eyes wide open.
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