I stand beneath the big mango trees while T goes to the highest heights to pick the half ripe fruit before throwing them down to me. Am always amazed at how heavy the Ceylon are, but my heart will always lie with the Julie.
Along awaited essential piece of construction has taken place in Corn Buck this week. Materials being at a minimum, T, as ever, rose valiantly to the occasion. Not enough old galvanise for the door? No problem.... weave your own.
Trev cut grass for the cow and I wet the lettuce, Trev forked, made holes and wet them while I sowed, 3 seeds to a hole, we both covered them. I weeded beans and we picked them together.