As I noted in previous two blog posts, we are getting around here in Miami. Most of our excursions are on water or on congested, traffic-thick urban boulevards. A few days ago, however, we immersed ourselves in a Garden of Delights.
No, it wasn’t one of the cheap motels out on 79th Street. It was a throwback to 1968: an exotic organic “farm”—a large garden and campsite populated by aging hippies and young people with dreadlocks, flip-flops, and alternative lifestyles. A throwback to communes of the ‘60s (or so Pope says; I wasn't part of that scene...).
Pope was very happy to be back in a garden!!
As the goats bleated and parrot Lucy squawked “hello” (over and over again), we shared left-leaning political views. Here, tenant Jessica puts parrots Lucy and Mom to bed.
Having worn out our welcome, we snapped on our headlamps and hopped back on our bikes for the late-night trip back to the marina.