When you move to a new region, you will have mysteries. Some are pleasant, and some are even tasty.
I haven’t been brave enough to taste this mystery.
Besides, it’s not even on my own yard. It’s on a “vacant” lot about a half mile from my house. Vacant does not mean Open And Free, so I let it be and take only pictures and leave only footprints.
I’ve seen many curiosities since moving here. Black Racer snakes that help to keep down the number of roof rats that run on my awnings at night keeping me awake. There are snails in the garden that ate all my flowers one night that had been growing there for months. Opossums and Raccoons that walk through the place.
Some are intentional. The Mango Tree on the corner I watch over since the owner of the property doesn’t like Mangoes and doesn’t want a nearly 2 pound fruit falling from 50 feet in the air onto the car parked below. I’ve picked more than 100 pounds each year that I’ve lived here and given away much of it. Now that I know how to make proper Jellies and Jams, I’ll be making Mango Jelly out of some of it.
I just can’t get enough Mango.
Learn your trees, snowbirds. Do not park under a fruiting tree. You’ll have to use that insurance that you paid for without knowing when you rented that white Chevrolet at the airport.
But this tree was a bit of a mystery. I was told it was either a Sugar Apple or a Soursop by different people. It looks like a Screw Palm with buttressed roots. Leaves grow up the trunk in a spiral. It actually is a striking tree, very tropical looking. You simply would not expect a blobby green fruit growing in a Northern Hardwood forest or out west off of a cactus.
It just doesn’t look like the pictures. In fact, I spent a block of time on wikipedia looking at every, and I do mean EVERY entry they had under Tropical Fruits. No such luck. Nothing that looked like my blobby friend here. I probably missed it.
Some day the property will be built on. Land in this town is too scarce. The City of Wilton Manors has a price premium over a block on the other side of the line in Fort Lauderdale or Oakland Park of at least 10 percent, and in some directions, even more. The blobby fruit tree will be cut down to make room for some other boringly large Mc Mansion squatting on that large corner.
For now, the mystery of Dixie Highway has its time in the sun. I’m sure it’s a tasty mystery, but it’s someone else’s tasty mystery.