May 20, 2017 § Leave a comment
He buried the pumpkin seeds deep into the volcano craters he had carefully formed. Then he straightened with his palm the earth in the middle and repaired the rims on the sides so that they’d keep all the water inside the crater. That’s how we do it in Zimbabwe, he said. That way we don’t have to water them every day.
Each refugee had got a tiny piece of land to plant anything they’d like.
If I’m still here in autumn, you’ll see how well that works. You’ll see even if I’m not here.