Back in Our Mexican Home

The biznaga are in bloom. Barrel cactus
The biznaga are in bloom. Barrel cactus

A week ago we pulled up to our Baja property. Every year when we pull in there’s a bit of post-Odile PTSD combined with the happiness of being home. All summer we wonder if our plants are getting enough water. We wonder if the rains washed something away. We wonder how the neighborhood kids spent their time. We arrived this year to an abundance of growth on most of our plants, new and old, and only two fatalities. A pair of Palo de Arco plants didn’t make it but they are also the easiest to replace and the fastest growing. Their nearest sisters will quickly overtake their vacant spots. The six Palo Blanco trees we put in were only 4″ tall five months ago and all of them survived. One has at least ten times more vegetation than when we left. It was a remarkably successful growing season. Our gardener, Vikki, and Mother Nature did a superb job applying water and weeding. VIkki was rewarded with her usual pay, a pile of used clothes to sell or share, and a few new solar gadget to use when the power goes out. Baja’s power grid is failing and they experienced a number of blackouts this summer. Our new home will be solar.

The kids all look good too. After a 2 hour crisis where I could not find the new clothes I had promised them we are all back in good standing. I jest. Despite the lost clothes they were thrilled to see us. When the new clothes were found they were thrilled to see the new clothes. New tights and tees and socks and underwear all around. It kills me to see how happy they are to get socks and underwear. But maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. I like new panties and fun socks too.

It’s hot but like my granny said, “It ain’t the heat, it’s the humidity.” But she never said ain’t. Grandmas was correct. It’s sweaty. Thanks to my year of hot flashes I’m not too perturbed. In fact, I can hardly tell if I’m having hot flashes now. I’m just always sticky and a bit uncomfortable everywhere I go. It may sound terrible but there is an upside. I’m mostly sleeping through my night sweats. Burt and I have a theory that I’m always in a pool of seat so I don’t notice a new surge. In spite of the sweat Burt has our power and water running. We’ve been to La Paz to start the process to extend our visas. We’ve played Bridge. I’ve been to yoga. Mexican life is resuming as normal.

The dogs are all well and the yard has lightened our care taking load. Chava is proving himself to be completely without fear or sense in the ocean. He swims into the break and just takes waves on the noggin. The other day he was caught inside and Burt had to go to him and spin him around back towards shore. I think Chava would’ve kept trying to get outside the breakers until he sank. He’s going to wear a bright yellow life jack from now on so we can see him. Surfing lessons are coming soon.

Happy Halloween. Photos of all the kids in the costumes I brought them will be up soon. Also, it’s Dia de Muertos time. Remember your lost loved ones. They are here visiting this week.

Furry ones cannot get organized for a family picture. Elvis has his own agenda at all times.
Furry ones cannot get organized for a family picture. Elvis has his own agenda at all times.
Biznaga's are tasty to eat. They are endangered because of that feature.
Biznaga’s are tasty to eat. They are endangered because of that feature.
Eel skeleton
Eel skeleton.  A special addition to my collection.
Agave
Agave
Spa day for Olive.
Spa day for Olive.
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2 thoughts on “Back in Our Mexican Home”

  1. Nice. Enjoy the winter warmth.
    No post would be complete without bones, rotting flesh or feathers. Well done!!!!

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