At the Venice Myakka River Park—2
January 25, 2016
I grew up in the northern U.S. knowing palm trees only by postcards and cartoons. They were always depicted in idealized shapes with no messy aspects. Although I’ve now spent more than a decade seeing palm trees in the raw, it still amuses me to see that they are not all ideal in shape and can be quite messy. The lower fronds turn brown and fall off. If they are near streets, the spent fronds and leaf bases can clutter the roadway. Northerners—at least I—never imagine this. I wonder what other preconceptions I unwittingly hold.
Romancing Reality 