Touch of Color

 Potato flower

Gobbles

Some of the potatoes are ready for harvest and it is super exciting to see the results after several months of hard work. Photos of the harvest to come.... My hands are black from the harvest, my mother would faint and my sister would run me to the nearest nail salon. I would wear gloves but it kinda defeats the purpose as I love the sensation of finding lost potatoes under the soil and feeling the earth under my fingers. It feels like digging for gold when I come across a plant that is loaded with potatoes. Funny how your perspective on things can change... Over the weekend friends came to visit and purchased chickens, eggs, avocados, fruit and of course, potatoes and a lavender sachet. It felt so good to be able to sell the things I made with love and better yet, knowing that the people who bought the items would enjoy consuming them as much as I enjoyed being part of growing process.   And on that note.... I need a trip to Tahiti and a 7 hour massage.   

Potatoes in Bloom

 Potatoes almost ready for harvest.

Sunset. The mountain in the far back reminds me of the face of a man looking to the sky...

Missing the sunshine in Ecuador

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Origin

From Shakespeare's Hamlet, 1602


How very true I have come to realize this statement is. All my life I have been blessed, and once the new year began, I watched more people and relationships crumble, as if almost all at once.  Everyday, when possible, I watch the sun rise thru the tree in the photo above. The days as of late have been overcast and cold, that type of weather always makes it a little more difficult to get back on ones feet.

I'm Back

Life throws unexpected punches. I am back on my feet and ready to share my beautiful life in Ecuador.
                                                               This is Veroinca.