I haven't been writing much about the garden. The kids love the garden. Every day Melese takes my hand and says, "Gar?" He leads me in, and makes sure that every single blueberry and every single strawberry has been eaten. Then he plops down and plays in the dirt.
Here is the corn in June...
In July...
In August...
We slather it in butter and Berbere, wrap it in foil, and grill it on the BBQ. It is yummy, with a kick. We have always called corn by what we thought was the Amharic name for it, "Pocolo". Meazi corrected us and said we should be saying, "Bocolo." She told us that Pocolo is how you say corn in English.That is a cute story about corn. What isn't as cute, is watching a girl her size and age harvest corn like a pro. Meazi has done this before in Ethiopia. Corn is what she ate. Corn, or lack of corn, is what made Meazi pass for a two year old at referral. Gardening for leisure is a lot different than gardening for survival.
But they do like it. So we will continue to do it.
Meazi with Pip and Squeak...
M&m harvesting Coriander...
Joy and sorrow, even in the garden.
