Back Bay
Unspoiled nature
The dry season is a great time to find Gaïac trees, and a drought is even better. What look like green hills during a wetter season dissolve into seas of brown. Grass dries up and dies down to its roots. Many trees and shrubs lose their leaves to conserve water. The intense green and dense, leafy crown of a Gaïac tree stands out during these times.
The Gaïac and other drought-tolerant native trees hold the line in the battle of green against brown. They make the island more beautiful when it is at its dustiest and undoubtedly help animals survive when there is little else to eat and little shade to be found. The island would be desolate without them—and better if we planted more.
I noticed a promising potential Gaïac near the top of First Stick Hill and made the trek up to see it. It wasn’t far, but was hot and steep. As a reward, I found a large Gaïac, perhaps a couple hundred years old. Its thick trunk bent around a huge slab of limestone and its crown spread gracefully downwind.
I noticed a couple interesting things. First, although there were plenty of dry Gaïac leaves below the tree, there were very few seeds. This is certainly not the case for most urban Gaïac I’ve visited. Perhaps they are washed downhill, but in that case it would seem like the leaves should be as well. Alternatively, perhaps the seeds are used more effectively in wild spaces—consumed by birds and other animals.
My second observation was the presence of a number of small Gaïac seedlings—perhaps a couple years old—mostly above the large tree. It is hard to imagine a tree dropping seeds several meters uphill, so perhaps this is another indication that the seeds are being consumed by the local animal community and then excreted.
Slightly down from the top of the hill on the west side I found another Gaïac tree, handsome, but much younger. Perhaps it is the child of the south side tree, perhaps not. Even on St. Martin wild Gaïac are out there, waiting to be discovered. There’s no better time to go hunting than now, before the rains return!
This is a photo taken by me of the road to our house , Sugar Hill Drive, in Cul de Sac Dutch St Maarten.
As you can see it is a rocky road with pot holes but it has been beautified by my husband, the “gardener”
You may be bouncing around coming into our neighborhood, but you are surrounded by flowers and colors.
We are just off the L.B. Scott Road and near the busy traffic circle by Le Grand Marche, but our little rocky road is quiet and beautiful.
Cette photo prise sur la plage à côté du port de Marigot représente pour moi toute l’histoire de Saint-Martin. Ce vieux bateau qui a coulé lors du cyclone Luis en 1995 n’a pas été enlevé depuis, mais honnêtement c’est devenu à mes yeux un monument historique et incontournable de Saint Martin.
My name is vanessa, I was raised on this paradise island, on the french side. My dream was to have a child at one point but most of all have a ‘local’ kid born from two parents that are ” from here” like people love to say . And it came reality. I come from a stable family backround , grew up in the French Lowlands and benefited from the best my parents could provide me in my life time. But i always felt something was missing in my life. What om talking about is Unity among all different ethnicity i became friends with and learned to cherish. Still today on the island i love and call my home racism and discrimination id still a big issue. I live is Caybay today and made it my home along with my son. We are the only “white “people living in the neighborhood but i can say….its the best place ive ever moved too. At first people were wary but once i gave my my time and interest to get to know all My neighbors…we all became “one” and interact on a dayly basis…watching each others kids and persona’s…for the first time in my living here…i feel color or race is not even considered or thought upon…but just suporting one an other as one ….a community ….neighbors who became friends and most of all Family.
Here is a picture of my son and his best friends…where color, nor race, nor status is even a notion in their naive and innocent minds. Thats how culture should really look like…where what when or where isnt even considered or pondered upon.