Tropical gardens have become Pavlovian for me since living in the Philippines. Seeing a photo of one brings back a flood of memories and desires. I’m working and planning my way towards living in a place where I can work in the dirt year round. In hindsight I realize that the most at peace I’ve been is when I got lost in building this garden.
I took this photo in April 2011, almost exactly a month before my tropical adventures came to an end. I heard that the garden died by October. Thankfully I never saw photos of the end.
Alexa would beg to help water the garden every day; her typical day included about 8 hours in direct contact with water. She wasn’t an efficient worker because only about 10% of the water went where it needed to go. What she lacked in accuracy, she made up for in enthusiasm and time.