Anthurium

Photo by Gayla Trail

Photographed at Jardin Gran Piedre in Cuba.

I tend to refer to this plant as The Penis Flower for obvious reasons, which makes it a little hard for me to remember its real name at times. I mean, I know flowers are often associated with sexuality and such, but COME ON, even Georgia O’Keefe would have to admit that the Anthurium flower is a wee bit over-the-top. Since I’ve gone this far already I’m just gonna put it out there and say that this particular Anthurium was disturbingly bumpy along the edges — sort of like a flower with an unfortunate problem.

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Cans of Cactus Cuttings

Photo by Gayla Trail

Taken at the fantastic “Cactus Garden” in the countryside outside Santiago de Cuba. I am sad that I only had a few minutes to breeze through a guided tour (all in Spanish) of this beautiful garden. Every single used tin can in this photo holds a small cactus cutting — an example of true thriftiness and recycling at its finest.

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Grow Where You Are Planted

Organic Gardening Magazine

So I was gonna hold off on this one until it hit new stands but it looks like Organic Gardening Magazine let the cat out of the bag early and has published an article I wrote for the Feb 2008 issue (“Grow Where You Are Planted”) on their website.

I really enjoyed writing this article. When they approached me about writing a piece the timing was good — I had been itching to write about the topics covered and needed the impetus to get off my butt and do it. It’s a short piece briefly outlining my overall experiences as an urban gardener. The article also addresses outsider feelings I have struggled with since entering the world of garden writing and publishing as a career: Where and how do I fit in to this world of gorgeous, expansive gardens, expensive hardscaping, and quaint early-life garden experiences? Since writing the first book, several interviewers have asked about my childhood and early experiences with gardening. I have stammered and fallen over myself every single time. There is no easy answer to this question. There certainly are informative early experiences but my feeling has often been that the answer they are looking for is not one I can provide. And as far as how do I fit into this world, well it seems that in every category possible I stick out like a sore thumb. I did not have quaint early childhood gardening experiences, there were no early-life mentors, I live in a small apartment, I have only lived in a house with an actual backyard for 3 brief moments through the course of my entire life, I still consider myself to be lower to barely lower-middle class, I have never owned land, I don’t drive a car, I do not have a degree in horticulture (I studied Fine Arts), I have a terrible potty mouth… shall I continue? When attending garden shows and giving presentations I have rarely felt comfortable with the other “Gardening World Celebrities” and have always felt a bit like an impostor accidentally admitted to the Country Club. It’s not a feeling of inferiority or insecurity so much as a feeling of strangeness and difference. And a feeling that sooner or later that membership is going to be revoked.

It has taken some time but I’ve finally hit on an answer to this issue that I bring up in the course of the article. The answer is in the tagline I’ve been using for this site over the last few years, “Gardening for the People.” I’ve been living out the answer all along. I just needed to get there in my own head, for myself, in a new way. Gardening is not just a homogeneous experience in which rich white people with big floppy hats and sparkling teeth increase their social standing and property value through proper plant and rock placement. Gardening is for all of us. Gardening is for anyone who loves plants, or wants to grow food, or thinks flowers are pretty. Gardening is for anyone who is scared to try but who wants to give it a go. We all come to this from different places, different backgrounds, different experiences (and experience levels), and different interests. My life is complicated. Your life is complicated. I’d wager a solid bet that the seemingly quaint life of every single “Gardening World Celebrity” is also complicated.

In the end I don’t care how different we are. The only thing we need to have in common is the love. And even that isn’t a prerequisite.

Check out the article here or see it in the February 2008 issue of Organic Gardening magazine.

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Majestic Tree Fern

Photo by Gayla Trail

I have seen tree ferns in greenhouses but this one truly was as big as a large tree! Photographed at “Jardin Gran Piedre” in the Sierra Maestra mountains outside Santiago de Cuba.

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Experiencing Fresh Cacao

Photo by Gayla Trail

On our third day in Cuba we took a trip organized by our hotel up into the Sierra Maestra mountains. There were a few different legs to the excursion, the first of which was a stop at around the halfway mark to get our bearings and snap a few photos of the view. It also served as a welcome break from the insane drive which involved our driver racing our van against another van, narrowly passing in some very extreme conditions and taking roller coaster turns on a road with almost nothing between our vehicle and a very long drop down the side of the mountain. Most of us hung onto our seats with our hearts in our mouths. Others felt sick but no one threw up. Did I mention there were no seat belts?

Photo by Gayla Trail
The view from halfway up looking towards the ocean.

We stopped at a schoolhouse where a group of farmers were setup along a short wall selling fruit and handicrafts. I bought a red necklace made from seeds, 2 shell rings, and a fresh cacao pod. Cacao is the fruit that chocolate is made from. It grows on a tree but looks like a squash on the outside and is filled with beans on the inside that are transformed into delicious chocolate. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to see the cacao pod sitting among little bananas and green-skinned oranges. It was quite an unexpected surprise! Tasting fresh cacao directly from the pod is on a list of life experiences that I hope to have before I die. I have seen and held a dried, whole cacao on a few occasions and I have tasted whole, roasted cacao beans but I have never seen a fresh, recently picked cacao pod. And it only cost 25 cents!

I took it back into the van with me pleased that I was finally going to get the chance to scratch that item off my list. My fellow passengers were all curious about the strange squash-like fruit I had purchased. I was so distracted by the thrill of it all that I forget to take pictures. The photos you see here were taken later in the day only minutes before the sun went down.

Later that afternoon I took the pod with me to the hotel restaurant and cut it open with a bread knife. This is what I found inside.

Photo by Gayla Trail

I’m not sure why — perhaps it is due to my love of chocolate — but I had always imagined the insides soft, luscious, and fragrant. I imagined that opening a cacao pod would be sort of like opening up a passionfruit; dry on the outside but with a fragrant and unusually sensual inside. Perhaps other cacao pods are like that, but mine was quite dry, the pulp stringy and alien-like. It did not look appetizing. It did not smell like much at all.

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I pulled out a bean and we all had a taste. Raw cacao tastes incredibly acrid, bitter and entirely unpleasant, akin to chewing on a pink eraser For Big Mistakes. Having eaten roasted beans I can see how that acrid, bitter taste would be transformed by the proper processing; this process involves fermenting, drying and roasting the beans. Unfortunately I would never get a chance to see my pod through those stages because I was not allowed to bring any natural materials (plant matter, shells, rocks, sand, fauna, etc) back from our trip. In the end, raw cacao was not what I expected but I could care less about the outcome. It was an exciting experience and something I can scratch off The List!

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