It's begun to rain fairly regularly the past few weeks. A friend said that rain in May meant a slow hurricane season. Let's hope so. It's been very quiet now for 6 -7 years. We have moved from a wooden beach shack built in 1937 to a brick shit-house of a condominium, with thick glass, concrete walls and hopefully a sturdily sealed roof.
The giant potato tree has begun to revive from my pernicious surgery. Some surgeries take off limbs if necessary, my work left the limbs and removed the body. See the greening below.
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It's growth is my own |
And a little spray of lime for the eye, with beautiful bromeliad 'zebrina' as backup.
This too was seized by the wild scissorhand, but will come back nicely with some beautiful deep purple bracts which POP with the variegated lime green of the leaves (and the light blue pot).
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