my girls, the first rain and me.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee, served by my mother's devoted hands, wakes me up before the sun rises, only a thought crosses my mind, how will my girls be ?, a sleeping kiss of my beloved, sleeping and awake I get ready to begin the work, on the way to the countryside, the most beautiful image I have seen in a long time, the first drops of winter delayed by drought, which fell on my forehead as well as the tender leaves of my crop, just a few weeks But, just a little more effort to see the fruits I thought, the feeling of tranquility when I saw the soft, moist soil beneath my feet, gave me hope, my girls regaining the vigor that I took from the drought of their first weeks, if You can! I can do it!

The penetrating odor of the herbicide almost disguises the rain of the extensive savanna, at that moment there were no debts, creditors to pay, inputs to get, skin burnt for weeks of sun, mosquitoes buzzing in my ear, ants on my ankles, hunger In my gut, no weariness on my shoulders, we were just my girls, the first rain and me.

My boyfriend's story @franqueff on his first sowing. the first little plant.

with love Carla Gonzalez and Francisco Queffelec.