We have heard that our friends have returned to the thirsty soil, with heavy hoes and their last remaining seeds. The rain has returned. For those who were not seduced by the first rains, there are precious seeds for sowing. My imagination pictures this work:  Men and women, often with babies wrapped to their backs with Kangas, labor with hoes so heavy – crude implements – big, iron-bladed, with teeth on one end to brake the surface of the crusty earth – rough, thick, long handles…my back aches just thinking about it. For them, it means they still may be time to grow their food for the next year, for by now, their grain bins are almost empty.

Praying for the rain