I sat down at my kitchen table for my morning cup of coffee when I spied a very tall, very thin ladder out the window. Wait, there’s a leg at the top of that ladder. What? That does not look safe. And then I heard the chainsaw. I’m pretty sure that really isn’t safe. I wasn’t here the last time the gardener came, but I’m thinking that’s Jorge up there.

No lawnmowers (that I have seen) in Panama, just weed-wackers. Even when the huge open space next to us was trimmed.