Lesson learned

Living in Mazatlan and now enjoying the single life after all these years, I've come to realize, what I'm good at...for example, gardening from scratch, not so much! 

Now my mother on the other hand, was genius at the green thumb stuff, but I seemed to have missed that gene.

Mom..."Don't even think about it Linda!"

                                         Me... 

                                

Mom..."Stop looking at the veggies, out there in my garden."

Me...'Come on! Looking isn't a crime.'

Mom..."For anyone else it isn't, but YOU, killed one of my tomato plants last week!" 

Me...

Mom..."Well all I can say is.....

I saw you out in my garden last week, talking to that first plant and you even touched it!"

Me...'I was just talking to it!'   

Mom..."Well it died! Dead...dead...dead!!!

Me...'Hey, There's no evidence.....'

Mom..."I hate to do it, 

but in order to save the rest...

you're grounded from the garden!"

 

Me...'You can't ground me anymore. I'm an adult!'

Mom...*gives me that look* 

Me...'ok ok ok...you win. No talking to the vegetables!'

Just a day in the life of a Canadian, living and loving it in Mazatlan, my home in Paradise.

(and still not talking or touching the plants)

Linda

Whacha doing?

It's 6am and I'm sitting in our lovely yard enjoying the another beautiful sunrise with a hot cup of tea and a good book. The early morning silence is wonderful in Mazatlan. 

And then it happens. 
Hub makes his morning appearance, quickly followed by our resident K9.

'Soooo, whatcha doing?' he asks as he joins me at the table.

"Looking for world peace. Why?"

'Well, I wanted to know where you want me to put that dirt we talked about.'

"We talked about moving that dirt weeks ago."

'Well, I'm thinking it's time.' 

"It's 8am!!!"

So off he goes to get the bags of dirt I purchased months ago, from the garage. Yes, bags of dirt.

With my solitude now broken, I go over to the shed, put on the work gloves, head to the planting bed and start digging a hole.

Meanwhile Hub drops off the bag of dirt, and I hear his favourite question... 'So whacha doing?'

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

'Looks like you're digging a hole there.'

"And people say you're slow!"

He watches as I lift the small palm tree and I hear...
'I didn't think you were planting the palm, there?'

Counting to ten slowly, I calmly point out...
"Well, I am!"

Lowering the plant into the hole I hear...
'You might want to be a little more careful there Linda. You could hurt your back.'

Tamping the earth down a little harder than was really required and then dousing it with fertilizer, I sit down and lean on the flower bed and ask Hub..."Soooo, what are you doing?"

'Thinking about where to go for lunch today.'

"Well maybe before you head out on your great quest, you could mowsy on over to that huge dead plant over there. You know the one in pot. The one you said you would dump out weeks ago."

'You know this work, work, work side of you is not very attractive Linda!'

Checking my watch I hear it again...
'So whacha doing Linda?'

"Checking the time!" and wondering if 9.30am is really a little too early 
for cocktails!

Just a couple of thoughts from 2 Canadians, 

living and loving it in Mazatlan...our home in paradise!

Linda and Hub

The lonely pineapple

‘Linda get out here and see if this thing is ready.’

What my dear husband is referring to is his latest hobby...farmer. To be more specific, pineapple grower. 

Who knew you could actually grow a pineapple from the green, prickly crown on a piece of fruit? Well Hub did...waste not, want not is the new motto.

So I head out to the garden in the 97F heat at 10am in the morning to where there's THE plant in question...thee ONLY pineapple plant, that was started as an experiment. 

Turning to Hub I ask...“So, let me get this straight...I have a uterus so that makes me an expert on growing stuff?”

‘No, I just want a general consensus. So, what do you think?’

Bending down I inspect the fruit in question...“Well it looks like a pineapple...” I touch the head... “it’s spiky like a pineapple...and it looks just like the ones we buy in the stores...so yeah, in my opinion, I think it’s ready.”

Without missing a beat he twists the pineapple off the mother plant and runs into the house... ‘Come on!! We have work to do woman!’

“Alright! Cocktails!”

‘Don’t be getting ahead of yourself there chica...’ he yells back as he runs inside to the kitchen. Taking the pineapple in one hand he twists the spiky crown off and hands it to me...‘That’s for plant number two!’

‘Now where’s that damn pineapple corer?’ he asks as he rummages through the kitchen.

Leaning on the counter I inquire...“So let me get this straight...I'm now a farmer AND head of lost and found dept ?”

‘Ahhh haaaa!’ he exclaims as he grabs the corer from the back of a drawer and goes to work on the fruit. 

Working the device Hub starts mumbling..‘This is damnnnn...hardddd...TAAAA DAAAAA!’ he yells as he jumps with excitement holding up the extracted core.

“Ok, you didn’t invent penicillin big boy...you just cut into a pineapple!”

‘Yes, but I actually grew it!’

“And it only you took 2 years!”

‘It’s not the length of time Linda...it’s the experience of growing something from nothing.’

Reaching over he pops a piece into my mouth. “Hmmm not bad...actually it’s pretty good! But you know what would make it perfect?”

Watching him walk over to the bar.... ‘yeah, yeah, yeah. I know...’






“Pina Coladas!!”

Just a couple of thoughts from two Canadians, 

living and loving it in Mazatlan....our home in paradise!

Linda and Hub

ps...that pineapple in the blog actually is OUR pineapple.