Charlotte is a tarantula, bigger than my hand, and quite beautiful. She was out and about probably in search of insect life on the side of a new path through the coffee. With the rains the insects are everywhere.
Woopsy daisy my charming neighbor has accidentally planted all his coffee seedlings, including ones he promised me.......and I am scrambling to find coffee plants. One of the workers has been despatched to scour nurseries in town.
When my neighbor kindly offered me as many coffee plants as I wanted as long as I had the holes ready and dug.....certainly it was a generous gesture, but was it to turn out to be an act of kindness or a strategic curse?
If I put all the time effort and expense into digging and preparing holes with fertilizer and fumigating with biological fungicide and was successful in doing this; Then, I also need to trust that the plants will arrive or else I have wasted a lot of time and committed myself to still more trouble and greater expense of trying to find other plants with no lead time and when good ones are more money and scarce.
Despite efforts to manage risks, I am the looser. Predictable possibly, but living life optimistically is so much more fun than the alternative and whilst higher risk, sometimes higher reward. I am still here after all and smiling most of the time.
Not blindly optimistic, basic due diligence was done..... verified situation and plant availability immediately in advance of digging, decided on a conservative number of holes, and managed the entire process much more closely than anyone would want to...... Yes, digging these holes was 3x harder than digging the holes for plants that were already on site because, workers do not easily dig holes for invisible plants, instinctively skeptical.
I find myself now sending a worker around town looking for other plants to fill holes. I am sure it was exactly as explained by my embarrassed and charming neighbor, an innocent and unfortunate mistake. Much worse things and more dangerous errors have happened around here, to me, or at sea..... no big deal.
Delivering what you say you will deliver is not as easy as it sounds up here in the hills. It usually requires getting other people to do what you tell them and that in and of itself is damn hard.
Here the consequences and hence accountability is less and the challenge to deliver is greater. In this growth economy there sure is opportunity for folks who can deliver.
In fact, basically, trying to do what I say I will do is what I fill my days with; Despite on paper anyway, not having an awful lot to do.
Off up the mountain today to see my lovely friend and her family on the Rosas family strawberry farm. Thank you Nino Rosas for the lovely fresh berries.
I headed down the mountain with six pounds of sweet berries that were picked in the morning and had already been hulled. It really does not get any better than that.
Back home my little house smells of strawberry. The jam is cooked into a delicious ruby red jelly. These are perfect strawberries for jamming, apart from the great flavor, they are heirloom size and hold shape and color very well. I now have home made strawberry jam to for tea. How perfect.
You can find the Rosas family farm at the top of the El Salto road. Samantha speaks Spanish and English and can help you make an appointment to get strawberries: Tel: 6130 0809