Dear Sir,
I am a volunteer gardener in the Lake Chapala Society gardens. Working there puts me in immediate touch with the earth, which is as life-giving to me as breathing air. I am just a worker bee, pulling weeds, cutting dead foliage, and carting debris to the refuse pile. I hear the hum of conversation and laughter drifting from the Casa Linda Cafe, along with a mixture of languages. I notice visitors as they walk through the gardens — they grow quiet, commenting on what they see. Some come for the cats; others come just to sit and read, enjoying the second-best “clima en el mundo.”