was also soggy muck with the occasional giant puddle of warm, murky
water as Trevor and I rode over to see if the cooperative there had
managed to plant the trees they unexpectedly received just before we
went to Chipata for Christmas.
They gave us a tour around the orchard where they planted dozens of
trees and are eagerly awaiting more. That was impressive enough, but
the bonus was getting to eat ripe mulberries off a tree in one
villager's yard. We also saw huge patches of pink zinnias and a bunch
of flowers we didn't recognize. And we made it home before dark and
before the rain.