Only in Rasesa...
Could we do the laundry on the same day the neighbor decided to torch one of his dead trees. The resulting smoke and smell embedded into our clothes on the line.
Only in Rasesa...
Would the other neighbors call to us over the fence at 10:30 at night to show off the new piglets that were just being born!
Only in Rasesa...
Would a cricket the size of a Snickers bar jump into our circle in the middle of dinner...
would a toad bathe in the dog’s bowl...
would the tiny blue wax bill birds visit us while we peeled carrots in the back yard.
would the tiny blue wax bill birds visit us while we peeled carrots in the back yard.
Only in Rasesa woujld the air be perfumed with stink ants (an acidy, potent scent), one neighbor’s pit latrine (too close to the property line!) and--on a few glorious afternoons, the promise of fresh rain (promise only--nothing actually got wet!)
Only in Rasesa...
would the sounds of barking dogs, scratching chickens, hungry piglets, crickets, mossies, roosters, and the neighbor’s boom box meld together to create the background track for our evening.
Only in Rasesa...
barbequeing lamb and pork from various friends’ farms, and throwing no food scraps away.
Remember the pig next door? We can toss our scraps right over the fence into his pen.
Only in Rasesa...
Could we eat dinner on the front lawn and see a sunset like this:
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