I’m not sure of the name of this plant, but I was charmed by the play of sunlight igniting the leaf’s underside.
Much of my garden time in South Florida is not actually spending time in the garden at all. So far, it’s been about meeting other gardeners, visiting nurseries, reading books, taking notes, and asking questions. I’m a stranger in a strange land here, a zone six-ish gardener in a zone 10 world.
When I learned the local garden club had organized a Saturday field trip to a local nursery, I jumped at the chance to do all of the above — although, I do have to figure out a way to take notes while balancing a camera.
The flower spike of one of the multitude of bromeliads.
Jesse Durko’s Nursery opened in 1990 on 10 acres. What makes this nursery extra special is that the founder also lives on the property, which means visitors can stroll through his gardens, see how and where plants are used and grouped, and then enter the retail portion, where many of the plants that are on display are propagated and sold.
The garden club group was even able to have a nurseryman guide them through the plants. What follows are more than a few photos — and the notes I was able to decipher from my phone and memory — of a day spent in nursery school.
Our guide asked us to look up at the hanging flowers of the Handkerchief Tree.
Orchids are everywhere: up, down, and all around.
I’ll pass on the Zombie Palm. I’m not a fan of plants that bring me pain.
A large birdhouse kept an eye on us from above.
One of the vistas at the nursery.
A close up of the feathery foliage of papyrus.
Even the small pond is fair game for flowers.
I’m not sure of the name of this flower, but the orange blossom offered a bright spot.
“Tucked” into one of the front beds is a very large palm. Lit from behind, the frond looks more Art Deco than leaf.
Our guide informed us that the black-stemmed Lobster Claw seems to do better in Florida.
Even palm trees that are no longer alive are full of life. On high, there are woodpeckers.
On the lower trunk, a fungus thrives.
I’m not sure of this flower, but they reminded me of small flames peeking through the foliage.
On the way to the retail portion of the nursery, I spotted this Ginger.
Near the tables of potted plants for sale was the propagation area. This area felt like home.
Just beyond the tables of potted plants, there is an opening that leads to acres of larger palms and shrubs.
The air was alive with dragonflies — and one stopped long enough for a selfie.
At the end of the day, I left my nursery school with homework. I’ve got drawings to make and re-make, more questions to ask, a wish list to whittle down, and –because of this field trip — a whole bunch of photos to hang on the refrigerator that is this blog.
I wonder what sort of extra credit assignment there might be. Hmmmmmm.