We have planted around 5000 plants this year and the end is in sight.
We were very nearly done a couple of weeks ago. Sadly, the plants were unavailable to finish, so we were left with 500 empty holes and no baby coffee to fill them.
Today, we secured the plants for the holes. They were grown by a fine nurseryman in Boquete, seen in the dapper straw hat. Although they were expensive they are beautiful plants. By the end of the week or maybe sometime next, we will be all done with planting for a another year.
Phew. That was quite a job.
On one side of the Jaramillo hill the soil is black and they grow the famous Geisha coffee; On the other side of the hill the soil is orange and they raise chickens. We hiked four hours down then up chicken mountain today. Apart from passing the hen houses for many thousands of hens we went by this simple tin dwelling of a fine young man. Hope he brings in his boots before it starts raining. I bet if you passed this gentleman on the street he would be more recently washed and better dressed than you or I.