We had time to kill, and Jacksonville has a zoo.
There was a bamboo forest so we walked through to take another listen. We discussed and analyzed how there are different bamboo sounds – some squeaky and some clackky (to use the technical terms). We hypothesized that the difference was due to the age of
the trees. This theory sounded logical, so we didn't explore further. In a garden by the river, there
was a huge octopus sculpture made out of plastic trash. It is astonishing, and a little gross, when you see it all there in one spot. And then there was a bottle tree.
We had heard about and seen a replica of a bottle tree in the museum of Mississippi history. There was a sample in one of the displays. This one at the zoo was up close and personal - we could really examine it closely. We learned that bottle trees have been a part of southern culture for a very long time. African slaves brought the tradition with them into the United States placing empty bottles on crepe myrtle trees. Crepe myrtles are everywhere in the south. Learning to spot them was another skill we acquired at Bellingrath Gardens.
Essentially, a bottle tree
consists of colored bottles hung on the ends of the branches of a dead
tree. Some gardeners use actual dead trees - the one at the zoo was of this variety. But I've since learned that sometimes people will purchase metal replicas of trees and add the bottles. The effect is interesting, arresting and - depending on the color of the bottles - very pretty. The sun glinting off the glass makes the trees sparkle and the colors pop. At the museum, we learned that the trees are more than just decoration. They exist in an effort
to ward off evil spirits. The hope is
that the spirits, while wandering around and creating mischief at night, will find their way into these bottles and get stuck. Then, when the sun rises the next morning –
the evil spirit stuck inside the bottle will be destroyed. Sounds like a good plan to me.
The Mom & Son Florida Adventure - FINAL DAY (Saturday, April 24)
I’m tagging this day on to the prior blog because
essentially – we got up, checked in the rental car and hopped the flight home
from the Jacksonville airport. We landed
in Tulsa, found our way back to where the Traverse was parked in the garage and
headed back to the residence hall.
With that we concluded a terrific journey full of memories, grand stories and good discussions. It was a good, long and needed break. Home is an interesting concept. Many of us grow accustomed to thinking of home as a physical place. But ‘home’ is really so much more. The great poet and truth teller Maya Angelou defines home as ‘the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.’ Sitting in the apartment in Florida surrounded by my boys – I was home.