I look at these pictures and think, "We were such babies!" I was 21, he was 24.
We moved into a house that had been inhabited by missionaries on furlough. They planted this HUGE garden, which to my very young and inexperienced eyes looked overwhelming. We managed to keep much of it alive and put up 40 jars of tomato juice our first month on site.
A staff Thanksgiving celebration, near the end of our time there.
Because this is an exercise in 'playing' with my past story, I'll be connecting these posts with Laura Boggess's invitation to a Playdate with God and with Laura Barkat's In, On and Around Mondays. Also joining with the sisterhood at Jen's place and a new one to me, Hazel Moon's "Tell Me a Story":