Actually, we’re home again. The laundry is done. The lawn is mowed. And the rescued tulips are still in flower. (Pix and post coming soon.)
On to Florida landscaping …
What is this green shit you call grass? I recall now the admonition from my grandmother the first time I visited Florida as a teenager: “This is no place to go barefoot.” It’s green. You mow it. But it’s really not very inviting.
Haven’t I been reading about Agapanthus as a hot new plant the past couple of years? Judging by the landscaping around the condos, it’s a freakin’ groundcover on the order of Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ here in the Northeast. Doesn’t mean it’s not a great plant. But I could have plucked a dozen plants and no one would have been any the wiser.
I love palms. I don’t care that they’re everywhere in the landscape and stacked on flatbeds headed for the next new development. If I could grow palms here, I’d do it. Growing Amaryllis outside is pretty cool, too.
The PGA tournament at Sawgrass (spitting distance from Nate and Trista’s place)Â gave the whole trip an even more festive atmosphere. Even I knew about the incredible 17th hole with the island green in pond and I don’t follow golf at all.
Update: Pix from the trip are at Elly’s picassa gallery.
