Life in el campo, the country, is different, but always interesting. I get to see sights like this. Every few years, someone bulldozes the field behind me and piles up all the brush. Then the neighbors come and, slowly, but surely, chop it up for leñas, firewood. "I love the smell of leñas in the morning. It smells like... tortillas."
This family has come several times, always at sunset.
They have put a pretty big bite into the huge pile that was there at the start. They load it all onto a diablito, hand cart, and wheel it away home.
It's a family affair and while the adults work, the kids play.
Such a nice opportunity to drink in how folks live here.
So how much wood would... I had a tree fall in the front courtyard yesterday.
The roots were shot. I chopped it up and put it out on the street and the local tortilla lady took all of it. It was gone in minutes.
2 comments:
you were lucky that Tree didn't fall on your beautiful birdbath!
Indeed! The birdbath was all of $35US at the ceramics place in San Sebastian Tuxla.
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