we visited a farm a few hours from here the other day and memories came flooding back.....a mixture of emotions engulfed me. Many I thought I had dealt with, resurfaced again. It's the "busy" time now as the rains have arrived. The smell of freshly tilled soil, still damp from a light rainfall, is my "african farm" perfume. Thanksgiving rose up within me for 24 amazing years farming in one of the most beautiful parts of Zimbabwe........

Used a dry brush technique from photoshop to get this look.......