I was sitting at my desk in our tin box, corrugated walls all wide open in a futile stab at tempering the 43-degree afternoon heat, when a gust of wind whipped through. I heard it before I felt it.
Edible flowers picked from our garden.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said: “The earth laughs in flowers.” Last week I not only laughed, I rejoiced.
Indigenous people in this semi-arid region of southern Africa have been nourished by Mongongo nuts for over 7,000 years.