A Good Place: Nancy Forrester's Secret Garden

I occasionally peruse a blog called Conch Scooter, which focuses on everyday life in Key West by a local. I appreciate his objective observation on "real" life in a place considered paradise by many outsiders and visitors. He posted an article on Nancy Forrester's Secret Garden, which brought back fond memories of the time I spent in the garden with Nancy herself, preparing to write the following essay.

As I sat in the midst of the garden, the silence was broken only by the intermittent echoes of the wind chimes, the chirps of parrots and squawks of cockatoos, and rustling of fronds of an indeterminate number of palm trees. Wandering through the maze of green flora that grew at every level of my body, I made it sport to stop at the orchids that jettisoned out in a flurry of indescribable pinks, purples, oranges, whites and every shade in between to sniff their perfumes that emanate throughout the garden.

None captivated me so much as a small yellow bloom whose essence can only be described as the smelling salts of someplace near, if not in, Heaven. How appropriate that the flower’s face seemed to smile back at me. A sense of goodness hangs in the air here.

If you step from the sidewalk of Simonton into the alley-like structure of Free School Lane, you’ll find yourself at the gate of Nancy Forrester’s Secret Garden. Push through the wooden door, and you’ll find yourself in an Eden-like environment of succulent greenery and a dazzling spectrum of flowers and tropical birds. Depending upon the day or the time, you’ll likely see Nancy vigilantly tending the greenery or caring for the displaced parrots she’s taken in. She moves with a deliberate solitude, gray haired, and a look of weary grace upon her face. Nancy Forrester has a large weight upon her shoulders. As Key West is a tiny speck of land surrounded by Atlantic waters, Nancy’s parcel is the last wooded acre on the island. While so many see the value of the key’s real estate, too few realize the importance of the preservation of this piece of undeveloped property. Each day, she is burdened with the economic reality that keeping and maintaining this small natural sanctuary is looking bleaker and bleaker.

Purchased in 1969, the lot had been a refuse dump. Old Clorox bottles, china doll heads, and marbles from the Free School that had earlier stood nearby have been unearthed over the years. A large hole in the center of the garden had once housed her cousin’s crocodile. In 1993, Nancy opened the garden to the public. She asks for a donation of six dollars per visitor. To illustrate the delicate balance between survival and excess human visitation, 50 visitors are needed per day for operating expenses, while the garden cannot tolerate more than 100 people daily. Nancy has succumbed to the fact that visitors are not going to fund the maintenance of her garden.

The yard is a symphony of flora, anchored by four towering fruit trees, planted as seedlings brought over from South America over one hundred years ago by ship captains realizing Key West was an island surrounded by waters full of fish with little food actually available on the island. Meandering through the garden, one encounters palms, ferns, a multitude of flowers, and the Jurassic era leaves of the cycad plant. When asked what plants are toughest to cultivate, Nancy hesitated before replying that, as an environmental artist, she is not attempting to cultivate anything. “If it grows, fine. If not, that’s fine, too.” More than anything, she wants the visiting public to understand that the beauty of nature and the Latin names of the plants aren’t so important as the fact that we are losing our natural world. In Key West, this idea seems to fall on few listening ears. The exorbitant price of real estate on the island leaves it available to the wealthy who wish to own a retreat in paradise, which may be used for a few weeks or so of the year. She talks sadly of the construction of homes and the digging of swimming pools on every available sliver of land. With this thought in mind, she says, “A teaspoon of soil is just as beautiful as any orchid.”

Finding actual soil under one’s feet is not easy to do in Key West any longer. Real estate like this can fetch $250 per square foot and a developer could divide the garden into several sellable lots for resort or private use. One, two, or possibly several swimming pools could undoubtedly go into the ground here. Nancy sighs as she stares at the towering lime and sapodilla trees, possibly dwelling on the idea that someone could bulldoze these cornerstones of her garden in the name of progress…and money. Nancy explains how the old fruit trees give the garden its magic. “There’s an energy and feeling of awe of a big tree that cools the planet, takes toxins from the air, and holds the earth together.” Besides being impressed with the grandeur of these old trees, I learn of another facet of their environmental impact. The canopy of one of these trees has the cooling power equivalent to that of four air conditioners.

Nancy cares so deeply about what is happening to the land of Key West-the destruction of trees for expensive real estate, the digging of earth to install swimming pools. It drives her to continue her preservation of her acre of garden. She wants people to visit to see the beauty, but more than that, to realize the value and importance of trees, plants, and greenery to the environment. Admittedly, she lacks the rah-rah attitude so often necessary for raising funds to continue an endeavor, usually a lonely one, such as this. At 68, her biggest fear is that age will take away her fortitude, which is strong, to continue the never ending labor of nurturing the flora of this one acre Eden.

Ideally, she would love to see the state buy the land, and maintain personal control while easing the financial burden of the undertaking. Knowing this is unlikely to occur, Nancy continues to find new ways to fund her livelihood. She started inviting environmentally conscious people to get married in the garden. She calls them “green” friendly weddings. The public is encouraged to make tax deductible donations to her organization. And of course, for anyone lucky enough to stumble upon the gated entryway into Nancy Forrester’s Secret Garden while walking the streets of Old Town in Key West, go in, drop six bucks in the jar, and lose yourself for a little while in the scents, sounds, and visual delights of this magical place. If you see the yellow orchid, known as Mary’s Lemon Drop, smell it and inhale, and let your senses take over. Because, as Nancy says, “There needs to be little places left in the world.”

Nancy Forrester’s Secret Garden is located at 1 Free-School Lane, just off Simonton Street between Southard and Fleming.

Check out Nancy’s website for information on her garden, joining her organization, making donations, and weddings at http://www.nfsgarden.com/.

Winter Doldrums Got You Down?

Have a drink! It's called South of the Border Cerveza Cocktail. >It's quite simple and works well whether you're looking out the back window at a snow covered lawn in Indiana or the sea oats surrounding the path to the beach.

In a tall glass:

Squeeze the juice of half a lime.

Drop a manzanilla or jalapeno stuffed olive.

Pour a dollop of the olive juice.

Shake several drops of Tropical Pepper Company's XXtra Hot Habanero Pepper Sauce.*

Pour 1 bottle of Pacifico Clara beer.**

*The type of hot sauce isn't essential, so use what you like or what you have on hand. I prefer something with heat to interact with the cold temperature of the beer.

**If you don't have Pacifico, give Carta Blanca a try. Those are options 1 and 1A. You can always go with Modelo, Tecate, or Corona if limited. In perfect conditions, the beer will be iced. Electric refrigeration will work as well.

Upon completion of consumption, eat the olive, use the other half of lime, and start a new!

New Year's Resolution # 2: Support Local Businesses

EAT AT YAT'S! Yat's is a local restaurant that started in the Broadripple area a number of years ago. It features a Cajun cuisine made from fresh ingredients daily. Go in and order at the counter. The day's menu is written on a chalk board, with 5 or 6 featured recipes, plus a few vegetarian fares. You can generally count on red beans and rice and jambalaya as a daily staple, but can expect other tasty possiblities on a rotating basis. The crawfish e'toufee has been a best seller over the year.

Now that the location on 96th Street in Fishers has opened, I have found times I absolutely had to get a fix. Yes, it's like that. It starts as a craving and ends up as a bodily necessity. No frills. The staff is friendly and will talk you through the menu if you're a novice. Give it a try.

Check it out on the web! http://www.yatscajuncreole.com/

New Year's Resolution # 1: Move to Key West

There are 3 reasons I need to move to Key West. Their names are Thorne, Doc, and Rutledge. Thorne, a fly tier by trade, lives off Blackwater Sound in Key Largo. Doc Ford, a marine biologist, lives in a stilt house on Dinkins Bay in Sanibel Island. Rutledge is a professional photographer who lives on Dredgers Lane in Key West. Each man loves his occupation, but occasionally finds himself in the middle of somebody’s problem, fighting violent miscreants that have sledged their way into the undercurrents of south Florida fiction. Yes, these men originate from the imaginations of James W. Hall, Randy Wayne White, and Tom Corcoran.
The relevance of these characters is the satisfaction they receive from their occupations and the connection they’ve made with the places they call home. Though fictional, Dinkins Bay, the location of Doc Ford’s stilt house/marine lab, could represent any number of inlets on Sanibel. Thorne has an unimpeded view of the mangroves and Blackwater Sound in one of the upper keys. Rutledge has his bungalow with outdoor shower on a quiet lane near Old Town. Each man understands the essence of the place, and, when not being tormented by some underworld thug, realizes just how good he has it. Thorne, Doc, and Rutledge always seem to adapt to the hazards that sometimes interrupt their day jobs.
A teacher by trade, I know a thing or two about adaptability. I’ve learned what the books, professors, and workshop gurus have preached about how to best educate children. In reality, I face 28 young people on a daily basis from different homes, varying dynamics, and a mishmash of hardships. In an effort to teach state mandated curriculum and standards, I model, drill, act, sing, and dabble in a little stand-up comedy if it means I connect with my students in their endeavor to learn.
No, I am not a Conch. But I understand that Key West is changing. I’m enamored with its history and concerned about a place on which many can’t afford to live any more. I will honor the richness of the Keys’ past, its current natural beauty, and changing culture in my job with Lazy Dog. Like Thorne, Doc, and Rutledge, I’ll savor each day as I smell and feel the salt in the air as I go to work, which, by the way, isn’t possible in Indiana. In conclusion, I’m confident the 3 great authors of Florida fiction would never allow their main men to adapt to any other literary locale. Lazy Dog or bust.

I'm not actually moving to Cayo Hueso, but when it's 2 degrees Fahrenheit outside like it is today, it's a warming thought. This was my contest entry from last fall to win a job at an outdoor outfitter in Key West. I wasn't a finalist, which may have saved an epic battle about what's best for the family!

Dog Days

It's hot here in Indiana. Very hot. And we have a new dog. It's actually been over a month now. His name is Kipper-a Shetland Sheepdog. As much as I didn't care for a dog in the household, the little guy has grown on me. He's 12 weeks old and NOT housebroken. But he can sit and lay down upon command. The coolest thing is that he can sound just like Snoopy from the old Peanuts cartoons when he's playing or asking for something. Impossible to describe with words. You just have to know the sound.

He's social, loyal, and possibly smarter than your average hound. I'm thinking about letting him stay.

Quick review of origin: He was a gift from one of Laura's student's families who breed Shelties. Of the 3 pups in the litter, were going to take the female. Our dog was going to be Marley. But on the last visit before the adoption, Warren, Laura's student, told her that one of the males was his favorite, and that it was only right that he went to his favorite teacher. How do you refute that? So Marley was almost Moose who finally became Kipper upon Harrison's insistence. Remember the little British dog from the cartoon? A kipper is a small type of fish that I believe is often salted down or packed in oil like a sardine.

Speaking of dogs, here are a couple of dog friendly links. Lazy Dog Outfitters is a kayaking and fishing excursion company in Key West with a line of apparrel that shows an affinity for all things canine. The site has an active discussion group on many topics. Lazy Dog sponsored a "Win A Job In Key West" contest last year which I entered but obviously did not win. Check them out at www.lazydogadventure.com/ A fun place for a bite and a drink is the Salty Dog Cafe in Sea Pines Plantation in Hilton Head, SC. Just head to South Beach. Take a look at www.saltydog.com/

Hence the Name

My name is Brian. I now am officially a blogger. I have a thing about oceans and places on or near them. Salt air feels good on my skin. I live in Indiana, though. Hence the name of the blog. The purpose of this blog is threefold. I will write about good people, places, and things.