This is my pineapple.
I’ve waited months for it to arrive. Back in August, I rooted the plant from the cut top of a fresh pineapple. Since then, the sword like leaves have grown and now the flower stalk is emerging from the center.
Actually, pineapples are members of the bromeliad family, and the fruit is actually the flower. I knew this going into the the growing project — I just wasn’t prepared for the colors.
Since I had the chance, I thought I would also play with the color saturation filter on my camera — one pineapple, two filters, and just as sweet.
When it comes to my lawn, I’m pretty much a live and let live kind of guy. If it’s green, it stays — and for decades my policy has worked.
I haven’t had to use poisons. Insects and wildlife seem to appreciate the blend of greens and flowering weeds. Most importantly, it’s the one aspect of gardening and home ownership that has remained stress-free.
I refuse to be a suburban slave to my lawn — at least that’s what I said until dollarweed entered my life.
The odd thing about Christmas in South Florida is that it never actually feels like Christmas in the northern sense of the word. Yes, there are decorations and holiday parties, but it’s kind of hard to dream about a white Christmas in a land where it will always be just that — a dream.
The winter solstice, though, is universal.
This post was planned months ago. The local garden club had scheduled its plant and craft sale for November, and as secretary, there’s a bit of pressure to contribute plants.
My initial thought was to document my clipping and dividing, rooting and potting — all very Martha-like, with photos and plant details.
At least that was my plan in September.
Our royal palm came down the other day — not by wind or disease, but by choice and chainsaw. It had simply become too worrisome, too big for its britches, too big for our own good.
On a recent visit to Tampa/St. Pete, as Joe and I ventured away from the metropolitan area, I was reminded of Robert Frost’s famous poem, “The Road Not Taken” — specifically the closing lines:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
A few words for this Wordless Wednesday. . .
I’m tired of Matthew and he hasn’t even arrived yet. For a week, the local news in South Florida has kept updated on the storm’s track — and it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster ride.
Hurricane Matthew is my first hurricane in my new home and garden.