Not just an ode to a book that I read in high school, but there’s a mango tree in every corner and the streets are riddled with fruits and pits.
I’ve neglected this poor blog for quite some time. Like a withering thirsty plant getting beat by the hot sun. Very much like the plants out in the garden that we’ve helped created. For the past three weeks my new team Ruach, among others, have been hoeing, weed pulling, seed planting, and back sweating to create gardens that will be able to feed the ministry that will soon be here.
This month we are working with Beacon of Hope. In contrast to the previous months, this month has been purely manual labor, without much if any relational ministry. This along with a very primitive living situation and abysmal weather has made this month a struggle. I hope to learn some practical skills on the World Race and apply what I’ve learned once I get back home. And one of the things I have in mind is gardening. My backyard looks like a zoo, for wild plants that is. My dad has done a fairly good job of growing fruits from our native Vietnam, such as logans, soursops, and dragonfruits thanks to the Mediterranean-like climate of Southern California. Good chance that you’ve never heard of such things. Yet I will admit that I have little experience when it comes to gardening.
After some hard weeks though, the thing that really brings some satisfaction is to see the seeds break the earth as they rise up from the ground. Now, got to take care of all the cursed weeds that have overrun our poor garden.
