I can’t speak for a forrest, but when a tree falls in a village, it makes a sound and everyone hears it. And they all come to see. They do not, however, come to help which puts me in quandary.
If you haven’t heard, nature’s got another “el niño” on. In PNG, that translates to drought. Since our return to Menya, it has rained once and it wasn’t much. We were told that was the first rain in months. You can see in the picture above how low our “big river” is–all those rocks are covered when…
We read an abridged version of Beowulf in school. Belle and Lucy wrote the story in their own words. Enjoy.
This happened in our yard today. Warning: a rooster was harmed in the making of the video.
I’ve got too many languages/alphabets in my head. I just had to look up the word “touch” to make sure I wasn’t writing “touché”