Pilot: “But Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?”
Ground: “Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?
Source: Miss Cellania
He is the self designated Gardener of El Bosque. For more then twenty-nine years he has been working at El Bosque, the neighborhood where I live, almost without missing a day.
Like a Swiss clock he makes his daily journey to El Bosque early in the morning, just about the break of day. He walks very slowly with a left-right movement, like the way the sailors used to walk. He has never revealed his age to me; but I guesstimate he must be around seventy years old. But he looks strong as an ox.
When I moved to El Bosque, he knocked at our door and introduced himself as the Gardener of El Bosque and offered his services. I accepted. He has planted all the trees around the house as well as the Chorrera grass at the front and backyard of the house. He even shoveled some dirt on the backyard to correct a problem with the level of the terrain. He has done all this hard work almost without saying a word, besides “Buenos Días” and “Hasta Luego” (Good Morning and Goodbye). He knows how to spend his words wisely.
As the neighborhood grew, he couldn’t keep all his customers, so his son Alcides took over his job at our house. Now he’s the one helping us out with the maintenance of the garden. Like his father, he is also a man with very few words and hard working like his old man too.
Last Tuesday he was working at our neighbor’s house and several branches spilled over to our yard. He asked permission to pick them up. While he was there, I couldn’t resist the temptation of taking a couple of pictures of him. He has very interesting facial features.
He was born up in the mountains of Penonomé in the Province of Coclé. His parents are typical natives of the region with deep red skin, small stature and strong arms and legs. I think they must have found the mythical fountain of eternal youth, the one Juan Ponce de Leon was looking for in Florida, because they never grow old. Their hair doesn’t turn white either.
His name is Feliciano and these are his pictures while working at our backyard last Tuesday afternoon about 3:00 p.m. (-5 GMT). Here we go.
And now you know the man who does the gardens at El Bosque—Feliciano. Good Day.