(We compost, but coffee grounds go straight into the garden or onto our tomato vines. Is this wise? Our tomatoes, at least, were formidable this year.)
I was tossing cinnamon sticks into the compost a few days ago, and I thought of the coffee, and it struck me: archaeologists examining historical sites consider it noteworthy if they find even a fraction of the foreign goods that all of us have around the house (or in our yards). Imagine what future archaeologists would think of my yard.
(Example of archaeological frenzy: I visited Parkin, Arkansas, this year, where the big archaeological news some decades ago was that diggers had found a few Spanish trinkets in what was once a large Native American village. This is a big deal because it indicates that Parkin, as had been suspected, was one of the villages visited by Hernando de Soto in the Sixteenth Century; it is considered one of the very few known sites of that Spanish expedition.)
(Another: This link shows archaeologists gushing over a site in Louisiana which shows trade coming from as far away as present-day Canada:
Regard my yard:
The cinnamon sticks I mentioned above most likely come from Indonesia, the world’s largest producer. I’ve also composted vanilla beans, which came from Madagascar. (These were a very nice gift from a family we know who hail from there.) I bought a whole coconut awhile back which came from the Caribbean. Think of the amount of banana peels we have composted – from Honduras and elsewhere.
We dream of vacationing in the tropics, and occasionally do, but in a way the tropics have come to us and lie in our back yard.