Here at PFHQ, we are at the southern terminus of the Great Eastern Deciduous Forest that stretches from the east coast to the plains.
Hardwoods you take for granted up nawth, even as close as the nawtherly southern states, are nonexistant, rare, or just plain hard to find down here.
That is a combination of Florida being at the southern end of their range and about 444 years of post "discovery" land use.
The point is, I get pretty excited over native Florida hardwoods that are more at home up nawth, but have a valid right to be here too.
When I travel north of the St. Mary's River, I'm always looking for that possible arborealadoptee to take home.
Usually, it doesn't work out, but last summer it did. On a trip to Georgia, I spied a few young tulip poplars creeping up through the gravel driveway at my bro-n-law's cabin. Doomed by their location, the decision to adopt them was easy.
On the last day as we were packing up, I gently tugged a few from the driveway and placed them in moist ziploc bag in the cooler.
The day after we arrived home, I planted them in a trough in my garden.
I've babied them and so far so good. They have made it through the summer and winter is their thang, so I'm optimistic (as usual) about their chances.
This young cypress is not a rare thing down here, but it too started out as a wee tiny thing brought in as a seed in some aquatic weed compost the local state park was offering. When he sprouted in my veggie garden, I potted him up and my tiny todderly daughters and I planted him and some siblings around the pond.
I'll keep you posted on the these little poplars.
Next on my list is the black walnut and I think I know where a mature one exists in the area.
If you see a picture of me with stained hands, you'll know I was successful.