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Erin

Coddiwompling through life, guided by my love of nature and insatiable curiosity.

Roadside Paradise

During his visit last week, my friend Hector and I spent a warm afternoon wandering Sunken Gardens’ winding pathways. What started over 100 years ago as the Turner family’s orchard and garden gradually grew into a lush roadside attraction.

As visitation grew, the Turner’s added flamingoes, parrots, monkeys, and other exotic animals to their vast collection of tropical plants. All while still selling delicious fruits and vegetables to local markets.

Sadly, tourist preferences changed over time and in 1989 the family made the difficult decision to put the 4-acre property up for sale. They patiently waited for the right buyer and thankfully, in 1999 the community rallied around this special place raising the funds to purchase and preserve it.

We’re very fortunate to have this historic oasis here in the heart of St Petersburg.

Ankle Monitoring

My friend Hector was just recently in town for a couple days so, of course, I drug him out to my favorite place, Treasure Island, a couple times. While Hector and I were walking the beach Monday morning I noted this American Oystercatcher.

They are striking avians on their own but I was particularly fascinated by this one since it was banded. After a bit of online digging, I learned that a research study started back in 2013 to assess and monitor the welfare of this species. The overall number of these large and showy shorebirds has declined and, if this continues unabated, they could soon be listed as a Threatened Species.

Thankfully, the bird was tolerant and allowed me to capture a few photos with my phone. They were good enough that I was able to determine the “triangular” code of the color bands on the bird’s upper legs (the metal band on the lower leg is only meant to be read when the bird is recaptured or found deceased).

I used this information to file a band sighting report online with the American Oystercatcher Working Group. I had hoped to learn more about “my bird” from the data set collected when it was originally banded (age, sex, etc.) but I couldn’t find that anywhere on the website. I was at least able to determine that it was banded up in Massachusetts within the last ten years.

Here’s hoping this bird (and the rest of the species) live long and prosper!

Not So Wealthy Soil

Last time I went adventuring I left you in the middle of nowhere. As hard as it might be to imagine in Florida these days (with the fastest growing population in the country), there are still some undeveloped areas (thankfully).

Though in this case, it wasn’t from lack of trying. Settlement in the Withlacoochee forest began shortly after the Orange Belt Railway was built in the late 1800s.

This whistle-stop, which the railroad optimistically named Richloam, was marketed to settlers as fertile farmland (hence the name). But just because the land had been clearcut by lumbermen didn’t mean it was suitable for crops.

Nevertheless, the community slowly grew. In 1922 Sid Brinson built a post office and general store. Though I wouldn’t call it civilized at that point, it was still remote and a bit lawless. Once, while residents were fighting over a dog, they shot the local sheriff (at least they didn’t shoot the dog).

In 1928 the Richloam General Store and Post Office burned down during a robbery. Sid rebuilt his store but it didn’t last much longer. Making a living in the area was a struggle since the timber was gone and it was difficult to get crops to the faraway markets.

The Great Depression exacerbated the situation. To the point that in 1936 the US Land Resettlement Administration bought out many of the families and helped them relocate to more prosperous areas of the state.

Over the next few decades the forest slowly erased much of the settlement. In 1973 John Brinson (a relative of Sid’s) acquired the old storefront. The family reopened the general store in 2016. A year later the Richloam General Store was listed on the National Register of Historic Places as the town’s only remaining building.

The day I visited, my car was the only one in the parking lot. It looked closed but the sign said open so I ventured in. It was like stepping back in time, the store sells a little bit of everything (as a good general store should). I purchased a couple household items, a gift, and an ice cream cone (hey, it was summertime and it was hot outside).

The cashier said the family is expanding the store and will have a little cafe soon. Might be worth a return trip next time I need to get away from civilization!

Pineapple Plaudit

While I was preparing for the incoming storm I noticed that one of my little pineapple fruits* had turned yellow. Pineapple cultivation is new to me but I took it as a sign that it was ready to harvest.

All the pineapple tops that I planted were Tropical Golds and as the name implies, they grow well in Florida’s climate. In fact, pineapples were one of the state’s early agricultural successes. The first pineapple plantation was established in Key West in the 1860s.

The crop was profitable, so cultivation soon expanded around the state. At one point, Florida was the “The Pineapple Capital of the World”. Unfortunately, the boom was short-lived. In the early 1900s a few factors combined to destroy the industry (freezes, insects, red wilt, and Cuban growers flooding the market).

I’m really pleased with my little experiment, not only was it free (I saved the tops from the landfill) but it was super easy (I plopped the cured tops in the ground and then ignored them). As one of Dole’s patented varieties it lived up to the hype, it was just delicious – sweet but low in acid. And yes, I saved the top and will be planting it soon!

* Technically, the pineapple plant does not produce a fruit, it is a berry which develops from multiple flowers. Trust me, I was surprised when it bloomed back in April. Look how pretty they are!

Could’ve Been Worse

It’s been a little bit tense around here for the past 36 hours. Though she was only a tropical storm, when Debby swirled by she made an impact. There was an awful lot of flooding south and north of me, though thankfully my neighborhood escaped the worst of it.

When the rain finally stopped this evening I headed outside to assess the damage. Overall, I’m impressed with how well my yard handled the roughly 8” of rain, there was very little ponding. All my plants are very wind blown but they survived, with the exception of one.

I was sad to discover one of my sea grapes snapped off near the base. I’d been so happy with their growth! I had planted them a couple years ago to shade the western side of my house. They’d grown vigorously, reaching my roofline this summer and keeping the sun at bay.

As I chopped it up I noticed a couple of small shoots attached to the stump below the break. It is a native plant, accustomed to the harshness of life in Florida, I imagine it will regrow.

Here’s hoping everyone recovers from this storm…