Moving to Ambergris Caye from Manhattan, NYC was a big move. Sure the language is the same and surprisingly the bulk of the TV stations (we get NY local afflilates in San Pedro) but that’s about it.
When I arrived in May of 2007, I was going to try it for a year – see if I could get a job and make it work. I had no idea NO IDEA what I would do but I had a sense (foolhardy in retrospect) that something would pop up. What it would be? Not a clue. I just knew that I didn’t want to do what I was doing before. Rebecca 2.0.
Blogger and part-time Laundress, Crafter, Gardener, Napper and Baker at Cayo Frances Farm and Fly.
And why not. The owner of the place (and my boyfriend’s) card looks like this.
The rain stopped about 2 weeks ago and everything is blooming and fruiting…
Lemongrass grows like crazy. It also portions up beautifully – easy to move a small bunch and just grow more.
But you also get covered in sticky white latex…the chicle that used to be gathered to make chewing gum. A MAJOR industry on the mainland many years ago.
The grocera or sapra – the Phyllantus Acidus. Some people soak it in lime and salt and make a sort of pickle from it.
Lots more lemon grass.
I’m waiting for 10 new orange jasmine plants for the front of the new cabana. Ordered from a killer nursery in Belmopan. Apparently they are very hard to kill…which is ideal for me. Many of the things I planted a year or more ago are just starting to recover.
A yellow hibiscus almost free from mites.
Red Ginger flowers that are also struggling. I think they might have shrunken over the last year. Not a good sign.
And then the coco yam plants. They grew HUGE in the back of the property with all this seasons rain.
They produce plenty of tubers – I move a few babies up front. I love the giant Jurassic leaves.
Lastly…simple simple craft projects that require scraps of wood and lots of help from Andress, who works at the farm.
Last week, we turned this piece of sea-wood (as light and as riddled in small holes as a pumice stone) into an outdoor table.
Today hooks. Wading and fishing produced many many wet clothes.