How the Garden Grows
My landlady is a really sweet and kind woman. I feel fortunate to have moved in here, knowing I could’ve landed anywhere. And I moved in this place only because one of my neighbors both introduced us and kindly translated for us; I spoke as little Spanish as she did English. I speak a little more now. My comprehension, though, has improved dramastically since being here.
A few weeks back, that same neighbor and I were sitting on my porch when she came over to talk. My inability to communicate in Spanish is a source of mild entertainment between us. Not so much for the two-year old daughter of one of my other neighbors: she cutely gets “mad,” smiles, stomps a foot, and then, exasperated with my frequent (though very apologetic) no entiendo‘s, puts a small, floppy hand to her forehead. (I can’t help it. She enunciates like any two-year old: loud voice bubbles, with consonants providing very rudimentary shape to her words. But I can totally count better than her; she was playing hide-and-seek with her older sister today and no, little girl, nueve does not come after dos. And gato isn’t a number. In your face!)
Off-track. In the midst of this conversation with my neighbor and the landlady, it was suggested that I help her in the garden to learn Spanish. That hasn’t really happened, but she does call me over from time to time now to show me new blooms. Which is awesome. So here are some photos from that. And then a cool dragonfly from the yard. If you can successfully identify any of these plants, feel free to pass that information along.
By the way, on a space cadet kind of note, I lived here a solid three months before I even knew she was keeping about 400 orchids on the side of her house. I didn’t go over there. How would I know?!
The rest of the photos are in the Jacó gallery located here.