So thrilled was I with the first application, that I asked for the garden to be sprayed as well as the coffee. Instructions were left for my roses to get a double dose. By around 9.00am this morning my windows, doors, screens and car as well as washing on the line and a duvet drying on the deck were all covered in a light coating of molasses as my worker proudly wielded our powerful sprayer in all directions close to the house oblivious to the consequences. He even sprayed the window box.
About the same time, the bee lads arrived to help me with the hives. We fed the bees the dirty old honey comb we removed a couple of weeks ago. This is a fast way of re-cycling some dirty honey into clean comb. Hoping for another bumper harvest end of May. Honey is always a sticky business. Never fails to be. Now I am covered in honey and the dog as well.
So, off to the Beauty Salon with my sticky self in my sticky car. A little time, pause, to think and strategize: How to put things right in a town without window cleaners, washing machines large enough for duvets and not always even good quality Windex type solution to buy. I love the beauty salons in Boquete, they are like the small town parlors I remember as a child in the '70s in the UK with their own Latina twist. A place where real women go for help.