Jeff Searle
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A few weeks back and a couple of phone calls, I had the pleasure of meeting up with Frank and spending the day with him. Our plans were to spend a couple of hours talking and catching up on things and then have a good walk around his garden, then drive over to Anne Kaylor's garden and then finish up at Cleo's new retail garden nursery. I also asked him if it was alright to come back in a couple of weeks with some other croton friends for a visit, and to help in identifing some of the old crotons at the Hayward property. Frank and Anne both agreed and a date was set.
Frank had warned me that due to the past hurricanes and a couple of hard freezes, there wasn't many crotons left alive. He was right. My memories from my first visit there almost 15 years ago was far different from the way it looks today. Frank is now unable to do any of the work in his garden anymore, keep any plants fertilized or, replant any new crotons for that matter. But my main purpose for going was to enjoy our time together.
From Frank's house,we drove over to the town of Indialantic to meet the daughter of Walter and Mary Hayward. The Hayward Garden is mentioned in Frank's croton book and had always been a place to visit if possible.
The first pic. is showing the guard dogs that meet you at the gates. This is looking back.
Frank had warned me that due to the past hurricanes and a couple of hard freezes, there wasn't many crotons left alive. He was right. My memories from my first visit there almost 15 years ago was far different from the way it looks today. Frank is now unable to do any of the work in his garden anymore, keep any plants fertilized or, replant any new crotons for that matter. But my main purpose for going was to enjoy our time together.
From Frank's house,we drove over to the town of Indialantic to meet the daughter of Walter and Mary Hayward. The Hayward Garden is mentioned in Frank's croton book and had always been a place to visit if possible.
The first pic. is showing the guard dogs that meet you at the gates. This is looking back.