The darkness is pretty much like the one in Maine during fall and winter. Leaves everywhere. The wind and rain last night were intense but nothing really out of this world, at least in me garden.
Casualties? A few... Pithelobium dulce, this tree in a fiberglass pot, perhaps ten fight high, had its canopy bended towards the north. Guaiacum officinale, fell on the fence from a north wind. It is now straight with adequate support. Turnera subulata and Polyscia fruticosa also fell.
After some time and research one of my favorite vines propagated from Guanica seeds, was found. A new species identified: Ipomoea aegyptia L. Knowing the names, preferably the botanical name of what I collect is fundamental in my perception of rigorous horticulture. If you think a rose is a rose you are full of manure.
PUERTO RICO A MACONDO OF THE MIND
I took a walk this morning to monitor for damage in a ten block stroll after yesterday rain/wind.
Every drain covered with leaves and garbage, broken branches from the strong winds, but somehow the plenty abandoned buildings, residential and commercial apparently increasing reminded me of
Gabriel Garcia Marquez..The last fifty pages of One Hundred Years, are pretty much a description of what Rio Piedras and Santurce look like.
The difference is that in the novel once, there was a banana plantation, the falling apart of the San Juan Metro Zone is really overwhelming, but no one sees it, except your not so humble servant. Apaga i vamonos...