Phnom Penh, Cambodia— Is it week 52 already?
But there is still much to be done! The mural on the walls of the placid schoolroom which sits on the village church grounds. The timber stakes to be put into the ground, bamboo sticks to be sawed and hammered by hand to become a fenced border around a village pond where water vegetables grow and ducks swim.
The sun blazes down on the parched dry earth. Bottled water is passed around, Coke is a precious commodity.
But it’s not as hot and humid as home. And I am grateful.