It is little more than a fortnight since I have come home.I was actually to be home less than a fortnight but my IELTES result which is essential for my visa was postponed on two occassions so I am home longer than I anticipated.This time it has been postponed for a week more, so I get to meet my older sister who is here at the end of the month.I consider this the most precious days of my life.
Farmlife is a different ballgame alltogether.There is always work to be done and fruitful work for that matter.I find the whole thing very restful.
Yesterday I spent the early morning picking a huge bunch of mustard leaves ,the green fresh ones and sent half of it to the bible camp for the youth that is going on in the church and seperated the yellow ones to dry them .I am learning to make 'gundruk' a traditional nepali dried mustard leaf.My father gets mighty impressed to see me show interest in the farm work.I also picked up the first brocoli of the season to be sent to the church.Later in the day,I took down the large quantities of garlic that has been left to dry ,I seperated it from the stem,unshelled and cleaned a lot of them and dipped them in vinegar.
I also enjoy the three wards of my sister aged between seven to nine,who have just come back from their vacation at their homes.It is a joy to watch them as they develop into different personalities,their equation with each other;One of them is here just for the vacation,
My cousin Monda who is full of life, always has something up her sleeve.The other day ,we went boating in the newly formed Mantam lake which is beautiful to say the least.I hope it survives the monsoon though.I saw some youngsters building a raft with bamboos and drums to ferry a pick up across the river.It reminded me of Burma and south America.We sang our way back with the audio,,,,hillsong,vineyard and so on.
I also spent some time in the evening doing some research on an appointment for an aunt of mine who might need a neck surgery.Our dear Kenny David has asked her to be brought to Vellore for a look over and surgery if required.
These are interesting times and I would not change it for anything else.
I thank the Lord for the grace of these precious times.
Farmlife is a different ballgame alltogether.There is always work to be done and fruitful work for that matter.I find the whole thing very restful.
Yesterday I spent the early morning picking a huge bunch of mustard leaves ,the green fresh ones and sent half of it to the bible camp for the youth that is going on in the church and seperated the yellow ones to dry them .I am learning to make 'gundruk' a traditional nepali dried mustard leaf.My father gets mighty impressed to see me show interest in the farm work.I also picked up the first brocoli of the season to be sent to the church.Later in the day,I took down the large quantities of garlic that has been left to dry ,I seperated it from the stem,unshelled and cleaned a lot of them and dipped them in vinegar.
I also enjoy the three wards of my sister aged between seven to nine,who have just come back from their vacation at their homes.It is a joy to watch them as they develop into different personalities,their equation with each other;One of them is here just for the vacation,
My cousin Monda who is full of life, always has something up her sleeve.The other day ,we went boating in the newly formed Mantam lake which is beautiful to say the least.I hope it survives the monsoon though.I saw some youngsters building a raft with bamboos and drums to ferry a pick up across the river.It reminded me of Burma and south America.We sang our way back with the audio,,,,hillsong,vineyard and so on.
I also spent some time in the evening doing some research on an appointment for an aunt of mine who might need a neck surgery.Our dear Kenny David has asked her to be brought to Vellore for a look over and surgery if required.
These are interesting times and I would not change it for anything else.
I thank the Lord for the grace of these precious times.
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