But it was only at the end of the trip when, in the height of an Indian summer, I rested against a tree and felt the cool breeze ruffling my hair that I finally realized what it all meant.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
In the height of an Indian Summer
For two days I heard all about watershed management. Got fluent with terms like contour bunding, gully plugs, trenching, check dams and recharging of the water table. Saw signs of emerging prosperity in villages that had been drought prone. Spoke to villagers who were starting to be hopeful of the future. Saw fields of cash crops and ponds full of water.
But it was only at the end of the trip when, in the height of an Indian summer, I rested against a tree and felt the cool breeze ruffling my hair that I finally realized what it all meant.
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But it was only at the end of the trip when, in the height of an Indian summer, I rested against a tree and felt the cool breeze ruffling my hair that I finally realized what it all meant.
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9 comments:
Lovely writing and sentiment!
Natasha - Lovely 'photo! And I agree; it's sometimes when we stop and reflect that we see the meaning of things. Good stewardship really is important, and it has a purpose.
And a nice photo of you!
So true. Great pic.
You needed a quiet moment to see it.
Well said and well photographed.
That is exactly how I feel whenever I stand on the roof at night and look out over the city.
ahh... gorgeous. And I really like that picture of you~ :o) <3
Lovely imagery and nice picture of you Rayna...
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