It's been a very busy couple of weeks, and now I don't really have a car for a week, either, since I got rear-ended while leaving a toll booth. So, please enjoy these pictures. Many Bothan spies died to bring them to us.
May 31, 2008
For a few weekends, I've been planting some plants with Honorio, my father-in-law. We were trying to help prevent so much dirt from getting washed away by what appears to be the first Pacific Ocean-originating hurricane in over 100 years. In any case, it was raining like a bastard, and we didn't want to lose all that dirt we'd just added to the lot. Here are some plants, called mano de tigre or "tiger's paw." They set up some mean roots and don't let the soil go. 
Here they've started welding the steel trusses.
I almost think that my in-laws may be messing with me, but here is a fig "tree" we planted. Basically, it's just a sawed-off branch from a tree on Honorio's property. But everyone assures me that within a few weeks, it'll start sprouting branches out of the top. In fact, basically everything we planted seems to work like that.
Two more fig tree branches near the shitter. Whichever one takes better, we'll leave. Speaking of sticking plants in the ground and having them flourish, I recently discovered piles of caña india, a plant that they use for fences here. Someone had cut it and thrown it on the ground, and the sticks were sprouting new plants. It must be fertile ground. I'm going to try planting our old broom to see what happens.
Our mysterious-looking house on May 31, 2008. 
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