Greetings from Ponte Vedra Beach

antique Jacksonville postcard

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.

sawgrassI 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)  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.

Timing is everything

Current conditions, 1:10 p.m.

Ithaca, N.Y.:
81 °F / 27 °C
Clear

Jacksonville, Fla.:
69.1 °F / 20.6 °C
Light Rain Smoke

Guess where I am, visiting my son and his girlfriend?

I have no idea what Light Rain Smoke is. (Elly just told me there’s a huge forest fire somewhere down here. And come to think of it, the air has that old campsite aroma to it.) But I’ll be damned if it is going to keep me from walking on the beach this afternoon.

Update: Bad news first: … Areas of smoke continue to drift southeast from wildfires across
northeast Florida…
. But the good news is this should put it out: … a tropical storm watch has been issued from the Altamaha Sound Georgia south to Flagler Beach. …
stuck inside

Britney Spears in the garden

bayou britI think it was on the Stephanie Miller Show this morning that I heard about the topless photos of Britney Spears in a botanical garden. Didn’t want those images lingering in my work machine cache. So I summoned the discipline to wait until I got home to google ‘britney spears botanic garden’.

One of the top hits? A two-year old tribute to magnolias posted by Julie at the Human Flower Project. (Warning guys: You’ll have to scroll past a Georgia O’Keefe to get to the post.)

Julie writes:

In the U.S., magnolia is an emblem of the Deep South. Dominatrix of the Plantation, the creamy blossom symbolizes Southern womanhood in its grandeur, lushness and sinister force. No surprise that Britney Spears, a native of Louisiana, would try to bottle that power. Her perfume Curious is said to contain “Louisiana magnolia.” Here she is looking bayou born, predatory and Gone, with or without the Wind, a pose designed for a non-differentiated audience.

So I stole that picture from Julie. I couldn’t bring myself to actually insert topless pictures of Britney with strategically placed flowers into my own blog. How tacky would that be? Plus, it borders on violating the one of the points in the blogger code of ethics: Show good taste. Avoid pandering to lurid curiosity.

I just hope that Britney finds some peace in the garden, though maybe she could get her hands dirty instead of just harvesting floral pasties.

So Hank, despite using the word pasties, this post (up to this point, minus Julie’s quote) scored only about 60 percent male on the Gender Genie. Julie’s post about Magnolias in full was a little less male, but still more male than female.

Freakonomics on ‘yardening’

gardener or yardener?Laid-Back Labor, the latest Freakonomics column in the NY Times Sunday Magazine, adds insight into the yardening vs. gardening discussion over at GardenRant.

To roughly paraphrase the GR discussion, we gardeners are passionate in our work and our quest for knowledge and understanding about what we do. ‘Yardeners’ want a nice-looking yard but don’t necessarily want to spend a lot of time doing it or understand all the underlying theory. For those of us who see gardening as the salvation of the world, and want every yard to be an oasis of eco-friendly plant and animal life, it’s an important distinction to make as we proselytize.

Some excerpts from the Sunday Magazine article:

According to Census Bureau statistics, only 7.3 percent of American adults have played a musical instrument in the past 12 months.

Compare this with the 17.5 percent of adults who currently engage in what the Census Bureau calls “cooking for fun.” Or consider that 41 percent of households have flower gardens, 25 percent raise vegetables and 13 percent grow fruit trees — even though just 1 percent of Americans live on a farm today, down from 30 percent in 1920.

Isn’t it puzzling that so many middle-aged Americans are spending so much of their time and money performing menial labors when they don’t have to? Just as the radio and phonograph proved to be powerful substitutes for the piano, the forces of technology and capitalism have greatly eased the burden of feeding and clothing ourselves. So what’s with all the knitting, gardening and “cooking for fun”? Why do some forms of menial labor survive as hobbies while others have been killed off? (For instance, we can’t think of a single person who, since the invention of the washing machine, practices “laundry for fun.”)

Well I’ve tried to convince myself that laundry is fun by doing the folding in front of the TV.
The columnists go on to explain how economists separate what we do into three categories:

  • Market work (which produces income)
  • Home production (unpaid chores)
  • Pure leisure.

In a study the columnists cite, gardening fell just barely into the home production category, narrowly missing falling into the leisure category. I wish they gave us some idea of the variability of responses on that. I suspect that many rated gardening as blissful leisure while others rated it as pure hell. The columnists add:

Whether or not you’re getting paid, it’s work if someone else tells you to do it and leisure if you choose to do it yourself. If you are the sort of person who likes to mow his own lawn even though you can afford to pay someone to do it, consider how you’d react if your neighbor offered to pay you the going rate to mow his lawn. The odds are that you wouldn’t accept his job offer.

And so a great many people who can afford not to perform menial labor choose to do so, because — well, why? An evolutionary biologist might say that embedded in our genes is a drive to feed and clothe ourselves and tame our surroundings. An economist, meanwhile, might argue that we respond to incentives that go well beyond the financial; and that, mercifully, we are left free to choose which tasks we want to do ourselves.

Read the whole article. Who hasn’t grown cherry tomatoes for $20 a fruit.