Costa Rica Cost of Living Update: Magic Root for making bushes from clippings— $5
It’s the rainy season here in Costa Rica which in my house means I will only see my husband in the morning when he drinks a cup of coffee. After that, he is off to the garden. I would describe him as having a green thumb. Or more accurately, a swollen green and purple thumb because he constantly gets stuck with bougainvillea thorns.
“Don’t you think all these plants are overkill, Rob?” I ask.
“I’m making a double layer security fence, so I’m planting red, white, and pink bougainvillea mixed with hibiscus. But not all sloppy and mixed up.”
“Of course, Rob. That would be insane.”
He ignores me and continues talking. “There needs to be two meters of red, two meters of white, two meters of pink, and two meters of mixed red and white… in that order. That pattern will continue around the entire property.”
This is quite the attention to detail.
“It’s better and cheaper than a security wall,” he says. “But the bougainvillea will take a while. I can’t find all the colors I need. I can propagate reds, orange, purple and mixed white and purple, but I will need to buy the pure white and pinks. They just won’t take for me, and I can’t even find them in the nurseries. Until it gets going, I think I will run a clear line with sharp, barbed fishing hooks throughout the hibiscus.”
My property line is going to resemble a unicorn fart. And there is nothing more colorful than that. “You do realize that the fence is already made of barbed wire? Fish hooks seem a bit superfluous unless catch and release is part of your security plan?”
“Only catch. No release.”
Rob thinks about what I said for a moment. “You’re right. It’s redundant, and the extra layer of the thorns should work just fine. If anyone tries to get in, we will know. I’ll just follow the trail of bloody evidence to see where it leads. That should work.”
Wow, it’s like a Jason Bourne movie right in our backyard. I look down at Rob’s hands, and most of his fingers are swollen. He’s planted hundreds of bougainvillea plants and has pricked himself with hundreds of thorns. Although the plant is mildly toxic, the thorns can lead to symptoms that mimic poison oak.
“Honey, your hands look awful,” I say.
“Exactly.”
“Exactly what?” I ask.
“It’s a security fence, sweetie. The whole idea is to make it really uncomfortable to sneak through. Now I’ve got to get back to work. I need to rappel over the ledge to plant more almond trees.”
“Is that for security too?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s to attract parrots.”
So that’s the first installment of Rob’s Thorny Tales From the Garden. I’m sure there will be a second, and third edition because even with his swollen fingers the garden is the place where my husband is the happiest. And having a happy husband is all the security I need.
I have tried for years to propagate Bouganvilla, unsuccessfully. Everything grows on Maui except bouganvilla and mangosteen. Whats your secret, Rob?
I’ve often told him that he needs to have his own blog. He spends so much time in the garden, and he loves to talk about it. All. The. Time.
I know he propagates them from other bougainvillea plants. He uses a rooting compound after he snips them. I need to share more pictures of the garden because he has them in so many colors. And he alternated them as he planted them. He was like a mad scientist!
Love to hear your stories… when is a new book coming out?
I’m hoping by the end of the year!
Rob would love my solar powered electric fence. 10,000 v and the little yellow signs on it will scare anyone away. ( In English and Spanish).
Heavens, another thing my husband now wants to install.
I always enjoy reading about your adventures!
Thanks Lisa, it’s been a fun journey!
I love the funny banter between you two! I am actually very interested in Ron’s Costa Rica garden secrets. Thanks for sharing!
Yeah… I’m sure Rob thinks this banter is funny. I’m always trying to keep this guy alive.
I’m always amused by your posts (and your book). Keep up the good work. And Rob, ever hear of garden gloves? They might save your fingers from the bougainvillea thorns.
LOL… I have the gloves. They are right on the kitchen table. Not sure why they are never on his hands.
You always help keep me in my fantasy of living there someday…..
I’ll keep a hammock ready for you Bev!
So, Rob is able to propagate Bouganvilia? Whats the secret???
No idea Marlene. Rob sticks all these twigs in dirt, then she does more stuff, then I get bored and walk away.