
This little pineapple,
barely a
handful, grew outside my bedroom window. That side of the house does not get any rain (unless there is a storm, then everywhere gets wet), so it stayed small for months, then gave up and turned yellow. But it smells so good. I'll eat it in a day or two.

The lighthouse at Hams Bluff. I hadn't planned to hike up there on that day, so I didn't take any water. But I found myself up there anyway. The lighthouse is in bad shape. I wanted to climb up and look out, but the metal floor was rusted through. So I decided not to risk it.

Ruin of the
greathouse at one of the plantations during St.
Croix's "Golden Age of Sugar." I don't get too excited about the island's history, as it is mainly about slave labour. The
greathouse is where the European planter lived.

Another view, including a smaller building.

Do you think this coconut was terrified because he knew I was going to bash his head open? At some point in the future, I will post a video of me removing the husk from this same coconut, with Pierre giving a running commentary.
2 comments:
Pray to your maker little coconut.
it remember me the movie of tom hanks in which he goes alone into an island and built a friend of him from a ball to speak with...
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