Mango flowers have given way, and the tiniest mangoes begin to peep through the thick canopy
Clearing land for farming begins with deciding which trees should stay, and which trees should be brought down. This one, sadly, had to go. It was brought down one ax stroke at a time...
A cactus tree at the edge of one of our fields.
Note: If you happen to find yourself cutting one of these down, please wear protective goggles. One drop of the sap can cause blindness.
I add this photo to remind myself that even though it feels like God is blowing me with a God-sized hair dryer every time the wind blows--even though it feels like our nostrils will forever be filled with dust--we do live in the tropics. We live in the place of bananas and papayas and lemongrass and pineapples. And the rain will return. It will.
And this photo I add to remind me of the wonder of dreams fulfilled. And of receiving--and living--far more than I could have ever imagined. This guy, this place, this life... I dreamed of it all. But I never dreamed it could be this good. In many ways hard, but oh. so. good!
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