Mangoes, papayas, coconuts! Back home, these are the kind of exotica we seldom eat, and don’t even dream of cultivating, but down here in south Florida the things grow on trees!
Kevin and I have been thinking about planting fruit trees, and our options seem to be limited to apples and pears. Oh, and maybe apples. We might get away with a fig tree, but we’d have to wrap it up like a mummy to get it through the winter.
I’ve always thought of Florida as a nice place to visit for a few days in February, but now that I’m a gardener I see the state in a whole new light. You put things in the ground and they just grow. And grow and grow. Our thirty-year-old New England oaks are pathetic scraggly thin things, desperately competing with all the other pathetic scraggly thin things for what sun there is, but a thirty-year-old Floridian banyan, or baobob, or gumbo-limbo is a lovely, full, leafy thing to behold.
I hear even the shellfish are good.