Everywhere is very dry, even Job's tears have dried up.
Three of the nutmeg trees are looking very unhappy
and several of the citrus have given up trying
including the lime tree at the top of the hill and the grapefruit that bore so well last year.
The saddest sites are the vast areas of forestry that have been burnt deliberately, like the hillside behind Cornel,
but T's valiant efforts at persuading 'the river that has become a stream' to pass through our lettuce, strengthens our resolve and reminds us to count our blessings.