Yesterday was my birthday. Kingfisher left me a card and a couple small gifts on my desk in the morning. He often signs notes and cards “me” instead of using his name. We laughed at the ambiguity of his inscription in my birthday card:
It took me a few more hours to come across the main gift. I have ten coffee plants which I have grown from ripe coffee cherries collected on our various trips to coffee farms. As some of the plants have grown into small trees, I’ve jokingly called my collection “Finca Dos Gatos” in honor of the cats.
Our finca takes up a lot of space. The plants spend the summers outside, and winter under lights in front of a bedroom window, usually all lined up on metal plant stands. When I headed upstairs yesterday, imagine my surprise to see that the name had become official.
How cool is that?