Felicio, his garden and the village well.
Like most houses in the olden days, my small had a modest little garden. My mother planted different types of flower plants in it. She fetched water from the nearby well, watered the plants, trimmed them and planted new ones once in a while. As a young boy, I had my own little patch with a set of plants that I tended to.
Every morning I would have a close look at the plants and admire the flowers, and also check whether any new blossoms or buds had developed. During the rainy season, in one corner of the garden, there grew a perennial creeper that bore beautiful and tiny star-shaped red flowers that were one of my favourites. The plant seemed to grow at a rapid pace each day. I had a string tied to the under-side of the roof beams, from one side of the house to the other, running just under the eaves, helping the creeper to get a hold on it.
