MESA MEANS table in Spanish. I now have two mesas in the yard where damnable bananas long held sway.
The photo above was taken on a nice summer day. You see two stands of banana. One is just this side of the black-rock Alamo Wall, and the other one, higher, is beyond. A third, which abuts the house itself, is not visible.
More on it below.
As recently noted in the post dubbed The winter scalp, banana trees, which I stupidly planted years back when they were cute little babies, had become the curse of my life.
I have taken concrete action against two of the three. The ground in which they grew has been covered with concrete and stone, which is raised to form two mesas.
I could have simply covered them with concrete and stone at ground level, but the two mesas give me places to set things, maybe artsy-fartsy stuff to give drama to the yard.
Below are photos of the work:
Now I need to find a stone or metal sculpture to dress it up.
Long, long ago, I planted a little banana tree in this corner against the house. It grew high and multiplied. I snapped this photo one dark night many years back.
It grew and grew and grew until it was impossible to walk into this corner or even see the corner, so it had to be eliminated.
That big aloe vera bush, left side of photo just above, was not even planted when I took the night photo.
And that concludes another construction caper. The toil spanned four six-hour days, and the total price for material and labor was 2,450 pesos, about 135 bucks. I tossed in a 200-peso tip because that’s the kind of guy I am.
I’ve loved stone and mountains all my life, and now — at last — I’m surrounded by both. Life is good.