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Vol. I · No. 24 · The Weekly Issue · From Key West to the Panhandle

The Floridian

Reporting, fiction, criticism, poetry, and cartoons — from the peninsula

The Talk of the Beach · Dept. of Horticulture

Epiphytes and Extortion

In the leafy avenues of Coral Gables, the disappearance of delicate tree-clinging specimens points to an obsessive underworld.

Coral Gables is a neighborhood designed to look like a Mediterranean dream, where the streets have Italian names and the live oaks form grand, cathedral-like arches over the avenues. It is also, lately, the scene of a series of highly specialized, low-speed property crimes. For several months, residents along Segovia Street have reported the mysterious disappearance of epiphytic orchids from the trunks of their parkway trees. These delicate plants, which are painstakingly tied to the rough oak bark until their roots take hold, are being harvested under the cover of night by what local police suspect is an obsessive, horticultural cat burglar.

Sylvia Vance, whose front yard was recently stripped of three prize-winning Cattleya specimens, stands beneath her oak tree with a flashlight, pointing to the empty patches of trunk. The thief, she notes with a mixture of anger and professional admiration, used a sharp grafting knife and left no damage to the bark itself. It was the work of someone who knew exactly what they were looking for, bypassing the common ferns to target the rare, fragrant hybrids. In Coral Gables, where garden clubs hold the social weight of medieval guilds, the orchid thefts have sparked a wave of suburban paranoia, with neighbors installing motion-activated cameras in their orchids.

The police department, more accustomed to dealing with minor traffic accidents and disputes over property lines, has struggled to find leads in the orchid caper. Meanwhile, the thefts continue, a silent redistribution of botanical wealth through the leafy suburbs of Miami-Dade County. Some residents suspect a rival collector, while others blame a rogue grower supplying the weekend flea markets in Homestead. As Sylvia shines her light into the dark canopy, the night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth. Somewhere in the dark neighborhood, a rare bloom is being nurtured in secret, its delicate petals unfolding in a hidden sanctuary.


Also in the talk of the beach

Dept. of Mitigation

The Hardening of Sandpiper Lane

In Naples, an octogenarian’s preparation for storm season becomes a lesson in architectural stoicism and administrative resistance.

Dept. of Gastronomy

Crumbs of Consolation

Seeking the elusive perfect guava pastry amid the hum of air-conditioners on Calle Ocho.

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